Short Story: Shoes on a Tree

After 15 minutes of searching, they finally found his shoes high up in a rotting tree, precariously balanced on top of a hollow branch.

“How did your shoes go all the way up there?” his friends asked aloud as they clustered around the base of the tree.

Silas looked at two children out of the corner of his eye, keeping a straight face as they giggled out of normal hearing range behind their translucent hands.

“That’s what you get for ignoring us,” the older of the two spirits said.

While his friends’ attention were on his shoes, Silas muttered under his breath, “I already said we’ll talk later. The longer you keep us stuck here, the longer you’ll need to wait.”

“How do we know you’ll keep your promise?” the older one challenged with folded arms.

“You can always follow me back. My sister’s a spirit too.”

The children exchanged glances, then with the wave of a hand, his shoes tumbled off the branch.



The children complained, unheard by the rest of his group. Silas sighed and made a silent prayer for patience.

This was going to be a long day.



Genre: fantasy, supernatural

Inspired by the prompt tops, which I think registered in my mind as just ‘top’ when I was brainstorming ideas for the story.

Read more about Silas in Life After Death.