The ghost of the crazy nun in my novel PUNK MINNEAPOLIS

This is an excerpt from my published novel PUNK MINNEAPOLIS

 

“Falling angels,” She said sadly, “bubbly falling angels.” 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. “What! What did you see?”

“I saw the ghost of the crazy nun,” Raven murmured in utter reverence. He fell back onto the wet grass and let the rain pour into his face.

Becky pointed. “Oh man, that’s not a ghost. That’s just black tablecloths or something on a clothesline. And they aren’t going to dry in the rain.”

“Get up! Let’s go,” Sandra ordered him. “I’m getting wet and ghosts don’t hang on clotheslines, I’m sure.”

“I know.” Raven moaned. “I feel really weird right now.”

Lightning flashed, followed by a deafening rumble. “Get outta my yard!” a man yelled from his back door.

“Fuck you,” Raven yelled back. “I just saw a ghost.”

“You’re on drugs!” the man yelled. “I’m calling the cops.”

That brought Raven quickly to his feet. “Now that’s scary. Let’s go. I need a beer.”

“You’re soaking wet,” Sandra rubbed her hand on his sleeve. “You’re shivering.”

“We all are,” Becky said.

“As I said,” Raven repeated. “I need a beer.”

“What did you see?” Sandra asked.

“I don’t know,” Raven admitted. “It was all so confusing.”

“How can you not know?”

“It just seems stupid now.”

“The ghost was stupid?” Becky asked.

“No! It just don’t make sense and I can’t remember it now and if I try… it just sounds stupid.”

“Maybe you didn’t see a ghost,” Becky suggested. “Maybe you’re just weird.”

 

 

 

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