"Ghosts don't exist", declared his grandmother.
"Of course they do. I can see them. Look", said my son pointing at the wall.
"What nonsense. I don't believe in ghosts."
"Of course there are ghosts. My ghost goes with me everywhere. He's a friendly ghost."
They argued back and forth, till my son declared, "But Mamma told me ghosts exist."
My mother's eyes turned towards me for confirmation- how could me the skeptic have told my son about ghosts?
"He calls Shadows, ghosts", I finally admitted. After all, what difference does the nomenclature make?
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
6 comments:
Hahahaha, cute.
Shadows are ghosts - that's cute.
I wonder if maybe all ghosts are shadows but not all shadows are ghosts... but that would only confuse him.
Kids live in such a simpler vein of life. Shadows...ghosts, so long as he is happy, let it roll.
I've had those eyes turned on me before... sigh. I love it, though. Shadows as ghosts. Good one~ ((hugs)) <3
Natasha - I think that's great - shadows as ghosts. Very cool!
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