Ghost

restaurant

‘Your usual, ma’am?’

She nods like she does daily – head tilted half an inch to the front and her left, an almost imperceptible movement in the affirmative, her grey locks waving like a curtain in the gentle breeze. I smile and leave her to her own devices, as usual.

Fifteen minutes later, I serve her a glass of red and a caesar salad. She mumbles thanks, as usual, and vanishes into a world within her head.

She’s almost like a ghost. Around her, the world buzzes about too busy to notice.

I understand. I’m partially a ghost too.

Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s image is courtesy of Dale Rogerson. Please read other stories written for this prompt here.

25 Comments

  1. This is lovely. I think we all know some who are partial ghosts … best respected as they are, attended to, and left for their own devices. Because, why not? 🙂

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    1. So true, Rochelle. In fact, the first draft had her vanishing into her words, but I changed it to ‘world’ in the final version. Thank you for the comment. 🙂

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