They sat on their front stoop. He was doing the morning's crossword, she was knitting from a ball of dark blue yarn. The sun had only begun to peek above the horizon. They were waiting for her just like every morning. They didn't know where she came from, Linda worried about it sometimes, but Nathan assured her it didn't matter so long as they were there for there for here at the start of the day. Nathan checked his watch, it read, "7:15 am" he looked up to see a smiling six-year old girl rounding the block. She shouted out, "Good morning!"
"Good Morning", they replied as they pulled her in for a hug.
"Where are we going today?", asked the girl
"The diner on the other side of town, how does that sound?" Linda asked
The girl thought for a second, "Do you think they'll have eggs on toast? and Jelly or Jam?"
Nathan chuckled and said, "I think they just might" then gave the girl a reassuring wink.
Then the trio piled into Nathan's forest-green 1970's Camaro. This might have been the girl's favourite part; the way her face lit up as she got into the old car. And off they went.
1 comment:
I will assume this is a ghost girl because I am a fan of ghost girls. I tried to read into some things in the first paragraph, but I've decided I think they're typos (here/her) right? Small specificities are one of your strong points in your stories.
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