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"Two years," she mumbled as she eyed him across the street.
That's how long it had been. Two years since their last contact, before he became a ghost. Two years since he last professed his love, then disappeared. And here he was.
Waffling on whether to approach him, her mind was made up when he started down the busy road. Jaywalking allowed her to fall in step twenty feet behind.
Gathering courage in deep breaths, she finally called out, "Rob!"
Turning on his heel, she tried to discern his expression, but the squealing car brakes were too loud. "Rob!"
About the Creator
Bugsy Watts
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Comments (2)
I love this and your play on the word "ghost"
This is great! It's a nice twist that the ghost in the street isn't Rob