by athinaf Posted on September 19, 2018September 19, 2018 Gallery A wish for a ghost Don’t you just wish sometimes you saw a ghost? Walking through the park at dusk I saw a white haired man from the corner of my eye. I turned and looked at him. He was still, quietly sitting on the bench at a distance. I looked away ahead towards my destination. And then I thought to myself wouldn’t it be cool if he wasn’t there If I turned to look at his direction again? And I did look that way and he was there. I felt bad for wishing him gone. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He just reminded me of a ghost. Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestWhatsAppSkypeMoreEmailLinkedInRedditTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related