Swwet, sweet fantasy
MISTER circled the broken down bus, watering the flowers at its base as he went. The bus, with only 3 windows on each side and wheels that have melted into the earth, became MISTER's friend over the last few months. This day, however, MISTER neglected to make the full circle around, instead staring to the ground as the hose bled water aimlessly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw them again. Inside the bus, through each window, stared a pale, dark haired child. Knowing that as soon as he would look at them, they would disappear, he decided to circle around to the other side to water that side before he went home.
Which is worst? MISTER not giving the ghosts a chance to play peek-a-boo? Or ME not giving this little story a solid beginning, middle, and end?
-Jas 詹斯