This is an excerpt from my published novel PUNK MINNEAPOLIS
â€œFalling angels,â€ She said sadly, â€œbubbly falling angels.â€ And then she closed her eyes and pursed her lips as if she would think of some sweet Catholic prayer, and then a strong wind blew her black garments up into a clothesline where they hung, and she was gone completely.
Becky ran up behind him. â€œWhat! What did you see?â€
â€œI saw the ghost of the crazy nun,â€ Raven murmured in utter reverence. He fell back onto the wet grass and let the rain pour into his face.
Becky pointed. â€œOh man, thatâ€™s not a ghost. Thatâ€™s just black tablecloths or something on a clothesline. And they arenâ€™t going to dry in the rain.â€
â€œGet up! Letâ€™s go,â€ Sandra ordered him. â€œIâ€™m getting wet and ghosts donâ€™t hang on clotheslines, Iâ€™m sure.â€
â€œI know.â€ Raven moaned. â€œI feel really weird right now.â€
Lightning flashed, followed by a deafening rumble. â€œGet outta my yard!â€ a man yelled from his back door.
â€œFuck you,â€ Raven yelled back. â€œI just saw a ghost.â€
â€œYouâ€™re on drugs!â€ the man yelled. â€œIâ€™m calling the cops.â€
That brought Raven quickly to his feet. â€œNow thatâ€™s scary. Letâ€™s go. I need a beer.â€
â€œYouâ€™re soaking wet,â€ Sandra rubbed her hand on his sleeve. â€œYouâ€™re shivering.â€
â€œWe all are,â€ Becky said.
â€œAs I said,â€ Raven repeated. â€œI need a beer.â€
â€œWhat did you see?â€ Sandra asked.
â€œI donâ€™t know,â€ Raven admitted. â€œIt was all so confusing.â€
â€œHow can you not know?â€
â€œIt just seems stupid now.â€
â€œThe ghost was stupid?â€ Becky asked.
â€œNo! It just donâ€™t make sense and I canâ€™t remember it now and if I tryâ€¦ it just sounds stupid.â€
â€œMaybe you didnâ€™t see a ghost,â€ Becky suggested. â€œMaybe youâ€™re just weird.â€
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