The Ghost by My Side

Do you believe in ghosts? I do. In fact, there's actually a story about my ghostie friend Errunne....

I walk through my backyard, not really paying much attention to my surroundings. Even though the fall trees are vivid with flaming leaves, I tend to see in black-and-white when I'm thinking hard about something. That's the time where it's easiest to scare or startle me, which is my friend, Errunne's favorite hobby.
I sit on a low swing and push myself, back and forth, back and forth. The squeak of the rusty chains in protest of my weight build up to a steady lullaby.
I feel cold hands on my neck and I jump from my swing, spinning around in effort to catch a glimse of the intruder.
"My, don't you look scared," Errunne teases, "What's the great thinker thinking about this time?"
I glare at him. "Right now? How to kill a ghost, you little rat."
He clucks at me. "Such unkind words from you."
I toss my long hair. "You know I was in the middle of concentrating so don't be rude."
"Sorry, sorry. So, what were you thinking about?"
I sit back down on the swing and he playfully sits on my lap, being weightless though much larger than me. I smile.
"I feel like I need to start writing again," I confess after a moment of silence. "There's the familiar restlessness in me again that says I need a new notebook."
"Ahh..." he draws out his breath in the word. "What to write about this time?"
I shrug. "I dunno, that's just it. I've got writer's block through and through."
"Hmm...well why don't you write about me?"
I shove him off me, but he sits right in front of where I'm swinging so my feet pass through his translucent body. "Don't be conceded," I scold.
"I'm not," he argues. "I'm serious. Write about right now, like what we're doing now."
"That's kind of like a timeloop, isn't it?"
He laughs. "I'm not sure about that, but I guess so."
I grin at him. "So, I should do what?"
"Write a narrative of right now," he says, grinnng back at me.
So I have.

Author's Note

Errunne is actually a Spirit, not a ghost. A ghost is the soul of a deceased person; a Spirit is a free 'otherbeing'.

Reviews

[letmebeme66]

cute and short I liked it are you going to make a story or book?????