The Entertainer


I happened to look out a second-floor window. A couple houses down a woman was sitting on the patio, at the table. She was looking seriously and alertly at nobody there. Maybe she was waiting for someone who’d dashed in for something. I choose to believe she’s haunted by a ghost of the Adirondack Chair, but it’s not like a malicious ghost. It’s someone you can sit down and have an iced tea with. Well, the ghost has iced ghost tea. Maybe some ghost biscotti too, if the ghost has decided it’s a little chilly out and would rather have hot coffee. It’s basically a nice neighborhood.

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Author: Joseph Nebus

I was born 198 years to the day after Johnny Appleseed. The differences between us do not end there.

2 thoughts on “The Entertainer”

  1. ghosts only eat spirit dogs, sold at baseball parks, booburry muffins, or angelfood or devilfood cake. The drink of choice is anything with spirits, preferably with branch water. (from the old German for dead, not being used, or just standing around.) Oh, and probably dehydrated water drinks and some of that cheese that is packed in plastic envelopes and has been dead for years.

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