Ghosts by Clara

The faceless figures strolled through the shopping centre like shadows. A little girl asked her mum, “Why can I see the ground through my feet?” The girl was wearing a nightdress, no shoes or socks, and had a flowery duvet wrapped around her tiny, weak body. Her mother replied, “Do you remember when you were very ill, and you stayed in your bed for a week?” The girl nodded. “You got so cold, your heart stopped. That’s why your feet are transparent. And I was sick from the same thing. We died an hour apart from one another.” They hugged.