“Wha- Where the fuck?”
“You ok, mate?”
“No. What’s going on?”
“Oh, new to this then?”
“No, I just don’t know where I am.”
“Oh right, thought you were a new ghost. Had a right panic thinking I was gonna have to show you what to do. I’m not cut out for that shit.”
They floated in silence for a few more seconds, hovering over the roof of the full train.
“So where are we? ‘Cause I was just hanging out at home annoying the neighbour’s cat and now I’m on a train.”
“Yeah, we’re on the 3.30 to Sheffield. Couldn’t tell you why, I got here just before you did. I was having a right laugh being all poultrygeist on this guy I used to know at work.”
“Yeah that one. Anyway, one minute I’m movin ‘is mugs around and the next I’m here. Think there’s something going on?”
“Like what, random ghost relocation?”
“I wasn’t being seriou- never mind. Anything good going on?”
“Nah, I think that one’s having an affair. He’s got two phones and he keeps checking one of them. Either that or he’s a drug dealer. Fancy suit, though.”
“What about that person?”
“Which one, the tall lad? Yeah he’s a bit unfortunate looking in’t he?”
“He’s fine. No not that one. The redhead?”
“Where? I like redheads.”
“Over there. In the corner.” He pointed but the ghoul next to him still wasn’t looking in the right direction. “Right there.”
“Oh, the corner?”
“Yeah. The one that’s staring right the fuck at us.”
“Oh. That’s a bit scary actually. Do you think she can see us?” The moron actually waved at her, just to see if she reacted. Both hovered back swiftly when she slyly raised a hand and waved back.
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