Ghost Writer (49)

“Hollow. I am hollow. Good. More room for words.”

The Ghost Writer

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50 Word Stories – The Dance Macabre

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We danced with the spirits and twirled with the ghosts, we two breathers who’d stumbled upon them mimicking their ways. White tee-shirts pulled to our eyes, we danced till we dropped, then danced some more. The thrill was in hoping we’d tricked them, but knowing we’d not. Best night ever!