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• Ghost under the light

• The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.

• Bathing.

• It must be this one.

• The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.

• the last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.

• I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.

• The light flickers.

• I flicker back.

• The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.

• Bathing.

• In the distance, a blue- green light flickers.

• A lone figure crosses its paty - a silhouette obstructing the eerie glow.

• My heart pounds. The silhouette grows. Closer Closer

• I open my umbrella, casting a shadow to shield me from visibility.

• But I am too late.

• He steps into the streetlight. I gasp and drop my umbrella.

• The light flickers. My heart pounds. He raises his arm.

• Time stops.

• The only indication of movement is the amber light flickering against his outstreched

arm.

• The flickering light is in rhythm with the pounding of my heart.

• Teasing me for succumbing to this forbidden emotion.

• Have you ever heard of a ghost feeling warmth before?

• Giving up on understanding, I laugh.

• Understanding is overrated.

• I touch his hand. The flickering stops.

• Ghosts are blue-green. My heart is amber.