mara denmon-bailey little ghost

[little ghost]

mara denmon-bailey

The sun set on another pale, gloomy day. Now it was time for the ghosts to play. Dancing around, having fun. Not having to deal with the heat of the sun. But one little ghost did not understand. What made the sun so bland? It was delightful wherever the sun shone. Now all the little ghost could do was groan. The image of ghosts dancing in the moonlight was like a movie. The little ghost should love hanging out with his friends. But he missed the joys that life offered. On nights like these, he likes to walk in the city. The city offers the smell of food, people, and excitement. He likes to watch people enjoy life. Sometimes he’ll dance along with the people that stand too close to feel comfortable. Sometimes he’ll watch the man asking for money on the corner of the street. Even if it’s a sad scene, it’s life. And it makes the little ghost feel alive again.