Ghost

Rain drizzled outside the window.

How much?

It’s $200.

He looked back at her. Do you want it all now?

She shook her head. No. Then is okay. And only half. That would be fair.

And it’s me.

She nodded.

The wind had picked up. A storm seemed threatening.

And you don’t want it now.

No.

The raindrops blew sideways.

Could you drive me there and take me home?

He moved toward her. It felt the right thing. He held out his arms and embraced her.

A burst of thunder shook the glass. A cutting flash lit the room.

Yes.