There were no messages
for the next four days. No pictures. No
new lists.
I kept seeing Luke.
I liked him.
I think he liked me.
We didn’t really talk
about it, but it was there.
A positive in a vast
ocean of ever increasing negatives.
We did talk about the
video though.
How that man had moved,
risen off the ground on his own. Floated.
At least, that’s how it looked.
“Could be a ghost.”
Luke said it so matter of
factly. It could be a ghost.
Maybe it could be.
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