“I’m home,” the girl cried, “but they can’t see me! What am I?”
“Flesh and blood and brains, all those things rot in the grave,” the ghost boy consoled. “They’re not you. We are the part that goes on. In a body or not, we’ve all been ghosts from the beginning.”
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My thought is will she stay and wait for her family to “catch up” to her, or will she move on with the boy? – Well Done.
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Thank you. It’s a situation that prompts many possibilities, something I like to put in my microfictions.
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I love this one, and I want to know what happens next!
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