A Blue a Bell a Hi
The wind carried an empty dress across my road. I hit the brakes. The dress hurried its limbless self across my windshield as I stumbled to a stop. I watched the sunlight turn the transparent cloth into an aquarium of green before rolling off my car. Not sure what had just happened, my brother suggested that I may have ran over a ghost. If that were possible. I glanced into the backseat, expecting to see the naked body that might have once filled that dress. She was there, alright. Her legs crossed, pretty little toes clenched like knuckles. Her face was bruise and bluebell hyacinth. The lips that harvested her wheat smile spread across her face when she noticed me. I stared for a while before remembering my manners and was about to introduce myself but my brother sneezed instead. She blew out the window like a handful of dandelions, the dress waiting for her with a wide open neck on the lawn.