On Christmas Eve, Tommy peeped through the bedroom curtains and his heart leapt at the sight of a trampoline in the back-garden.
As he stared at the present he’d pestered his parents to get him for Christmas, a shadowy figure started to take shape inside the netting and began bouncing up and down.
When a moonbeam caught the jumper’s face and he recognised his twin-brother Harry, who’d drowned on a family holiday the previous summer, Tommy got such a shock his heart thudded in his chest one final time.
On Christmas Night, two nine-year-old boys bounced together on the trampoline.
The Trampoline is my entry for the 2016 version of the annual Advent Ghosts Flash Fiction Event run by Loren Eaton.
For more details about Advent Ghosts please check out Loren’s blog at isawlightningfall.blogspot.co.uk.