Flash Fiction Friday. Haunted. Katie Lewington. 

She supressed the cough. This was an action that would have been out of place in the exam hall of Oxford university. The students around her were absorbed in their work. She felt as if she was a ghost, flickering, and absent in reality. She touched the smooth wood of the desk. It was hard. She was present. She got on with her exam.

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