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"... the ghost was still there. He was a young man with a red shirt and blue jeans, and messy hair, and he looked very confused and lost. He was staring at the amusement park ride in front of me, which was just some swing ride that I could never get because there were swings at city parks and they were free there.
I wondered if he wanted to ride it, and that’s when I knew I was pretty tired. So I stood up and walked over to him."
Semi-Realistic Flash Fiction
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I like comments, as always.
Tschuess.
"... the ghost was still there. He was a young man with a red shirt and blue jeans, and messy hair, and he looked very confused and lost. He was staring at the amusement park ride in front of me, which was just some swing ride that I could never get because there were swings at city parks and they were free there.
I wondered if he wanted to ride it, and that’s when I knew I was pretty tired. So I stood up and walked over to him."
Semi-Realistic Flash Fiction
Read here.
I like comments, as always.
Tschuess.
