Read on and enjoy. It's different in tone from the stuff I usually put on Cross-Up, but I wouldn't post it if I didn't think it needed to be read.)
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It
was one of those places that she didn't expect to find herself in, but one of
those days that she hardly thought that mattered. Because when they went around
the circle introducing themselves in the warmth of that tiny little house, she
noticed, they seemed eager to hear her speak, too. Even if she was a little bit
faded. It was almost like, in the low light, she could pass for a person. So.
She passed. Clutched her invisible necklace and smiled and, instead of saying
who she was said, "Well I think that today was beautiful because the stars
came out last night."
And
it was enough. And, then. He got there. And froze time for everyone but her.
Him. Them.
"You,"
he said. His voice sounded like chills on the back of her neck.
She
didn't move at first. But she did speak -- with her eyes.
"I
know who you are," she said. But didn't tell him.
"Well,
I know who you are," he said. But didn't tell her she was a ghost.
And
she said, "Well, okay."