#ghost
THE GHOST IN OUR STORE
It doesn’t matter how old I grow or how much wisdom I attain…
In life there will always be some things I do not understand…
some things that cannot be explained.
I clean our bookstore early every Sunday morning…because I’ve found
I enjoy the time all by myself….with no one else around.
I like it when there’s no one in the store…alone…all by myself…
and our playful ghost decides to push a Harry Potter book off of the shelf.
She or he is not a scary ghost…for I have never been in fear…
and this has been the extent of our relationship for the last five years.
That is until this Sunday morning…when I stopped in to clean the store…
and I saw the words, ‘how are you?…on my phone…
words that were not there before….
How are you? Made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up
and if I had any hairs on my head I’m sure they would have stood up too…
So I quickly typed onto my phone…’I’m fine…and how are you?’
Of course being a playful ghost she did not answer…
never even gave a reason why….
so I continued to clean the the store
and as I locked up I turned back to our ghost, waved and said…goodbye.
Books that fly off our shelf…the words ‘how are you? on my phone…
make me smile…and I maintain…
these wonderful little mysteries of life…need never be explained.
Yes, for our little bookstore ghost…I’m happy just letting her be…
and I can’t wait until next Sunday to see…what she might have in store for me.
