Writing prompt: Ghost, Flute, Moth

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Here is my response to the latest prompt.

She approached the house along the drive, fingers itching to tear at the weeds which all but disguised the once perfectly raked gravel. Night was falling, louring clouds massing over the western hills to flout the sun’s last attempts at brightness. She checked her phone. No signal, not here in the valley where the only signals came from nature, like t...