Ghost People (100)

“Ghost people walk the Earth,” he boomed.

“Really?” I asked.

“Turn yourself 120 degrees and you will see the expired proof,” he said.

I turned but saw nothing.

“Why would you assume your rotation be clockwise? Try the other way, sir.”

I did; but still there was nothing.

And when I turned back to question the man with the white face, wearing the dusty shirt, plain shoes and the vacant smile, he had disappeared; leaving in his place a small china doll.

Stooping to collect his gift, a shiver ran down my spine.

Adieu, adieu. I have seen the light.