Happy boarded the 6 PM bus from Market St to Franklin Ave like he did everyday after work. He sat down in his usual seat, the fifth one on the left. He sat down to relax on his ride home. He noticed a baseball cap sitting on the seat next to him. He picked the cap up and examined it. The cap had the sales tag attached. A new hat. Someone must have dropped the hat out of their bag.
“Their loss, “ He thought.
He ripped off the tag and put the cap on. He could hear people’s thoughts.
An upside down pencil drawing of a mother, father and baby.
The ghost was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he walked into the kitchen. His first instinct was to turn and run. Instead he just stood there.
“”You know it’s impolite to stare.”
Joe blinked and shook his head. “Huh…what?”
“I said, it’s impolite…”
“I heard you..I’ve just never seen a ghost eat before. Cone to think of it I’ve never seen a ghost before.”
“Don’t get used to it. I’m just passing through.”
Joe just stood there.
“Get it…passing through.”
“I got it…want really that funny.”
“Way to hurt a ghosts feelings.
Both of these drawings were drawn upside down and then highlighted in charcoal pencil.
“I’m not as bad as you may think I am.”
“Shut up evil one.”
“Oh, gonna resort to name calling. Okay, yeah I’m the big bad wolf. I do have street creds to uphold but I’m not a bad guy.”
“You ate my grandmother.”
“Hello, I am a wolf. I eat meat, Red”
“Well your meat eating days are over…”
You can’t kill me Red…you and I go way back…”
“If you call going way back..you trying to kill me every time we meet. What’s the deal with that anyway?”
“It is nothing personal, I’m a wolf.”
The cow was drawn upside down. I then highlighted the cow using charcoal pencil and soft pastels.
Lucky 13th volume offering of poems from the Jersey Shore.
— Read on hubpages.com/literature/poems-from-the-Jersey-Shore-vol13-unfinished-works
These are some of my partial poems.
A short story about answering an add for a Guardian Angel
— Read on hubpages.com/literature/the-annoying-angel-a-short-story
Be careful of what you want. It may come to pass.
“We are not getting married.”
“Why not? I love you!
“No Frank, you just think you’re in love with me.”
“What…Dolores that’s ridiculous. My every thought is of you. I go to bed at night, you’re on my mind. I get up in the morning, you’re on my mind. If that is not love I don’t know what love is.”
“Frank you have to let it go. You know I can’t be with you. We are from two different worlds.”
“It shouldn’t matter if we love…”
“Frank, I’m a ghost you have to let me go to move on.”
