March 7

That ghost

The dew spread from blade to blade clinging to the grass and hedges like a shimmering spiders web. i’m going to scare this little boy i said with a gowning voice. i popped my hand up all i heard was ahhhhhhhhh he darted and dogged through the trees. blundering and slipping he fought his way through the undergrowth. he’s out of here i said with a chuckling voice and my little ghost friend. unable to scare  any more he took of his glasses pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. it was night i said with a sigh.

Posted March 7, 2020 by mia567mps in category Uncategorized

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