This is a Friday Fictioneerssubmission. Normally, I try to alternate the serious and the trivial but this is my second piece of frivolity in a row. Eagle-eyed readers may spot parallels with a particular Portlandiasketch.
Over the last week, I’ve been trying to tease my NaNoWriMo project into a (self) publishable novella before Friday, then I’m away, so I may struggle to comment much but I’ll try.
Thanks to Erin Leary for the photo.
Eamon had always been anonymous so when one day he disappeared altogether, no one was surprised . This upset Eamon mightily; if anyone had discovered the power of invisibility, it would have been An Event. At least, he hoped, it might improve his hide-and-seek technique but no one was willing to play with him now.
Eventually, he moved out to the Yorkshire Moors and got his kicks scaring unsuspecting ramblers by pretending to be a ghost. It was fun for a while, till he ran into a tourist named Lockwood and learned there was a time and place for practical jokes.