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Teenage Ghost
Jeff rang the doorbell and took a step back.
Rhonda opened the door with a bowl half full of candy in her arms. Her face turned white and the bowl fell from her arms to the ground. She could barely get out the word, “Jeff?’
“Yes,” Jeff stepped forward slightly. “I’m sorry. I came back as fast as I could.”
Rhonda hugged him as tightly as she could. He was there. She could feel him. She moved back and looked at him from head to toe. She set her hands on his shoulders and rested them there. He was no ghost, he was standing right there.
Jeff then asked meekly, “Do I still live here?”
Rhonda exhaled and embraced him closely again. “I thought I’d never see you again.” The tears began to well up in her eyes now as the realization set in. “I thought you were dead.” It must have been a hallucination at the school play, she thought. She’d been off her medication for a long time, that’s what made her think she saw him.
Rhonda stepped back and held the door open for him to enter the house. “Of course you still live here, but we’ll have to buy you new clothes.”
Eartha looked at the broken talisman her great, great, great grandmother had made. She had torn the web in half. “I hope it saved you.” she spoke to it.
She glanced at the dark shop. She hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights when she came in the back entrance. It was all over now anyway. This hopeless dream of owning her own shop. When would she learn, when would she ever learn.
She looked out at the darkened mall. It was eerie and silent. She couldn’t get the idea of Shandy out of her mind. “Didn’t he say he died October thirty first?” she out loud to no one. “Yes, I think he did.” she answered herself and set the mess of broken green twigs and wolf skin on the counter. “I do hope it saved you.” she called back to the broken bits and left the shop.