Ghosted

by J.M. Darhower

“At best, an amateur,” you joke. “I’ve had a few minor roles. Played a dead kid once on Law & Order.”

“So, you like comic books?” You pluck the one from her hand. “Breezeo.” Breezeo: Ghosted Issue #4 of 5

“Yeah, well, if you wear the black dress, you might end up being dessert.”

“What are you doing out here, anyway?” she asks quietly. “You don’t really have a good streak being in this park after dark.” “With you, no less.” She smiles at that.

“Cunningham, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t expel you.” “Because my father gives you a lot of money.”

“No, I didn’t read it. I got it for you. Figured you might let me borrow it later, if I'm good to you.”

“Don’t you ever doubt that. You’re the queen, baby… I’m just a commoner.” “Did you just…?” She stares at you as you push her onto her back and hover over her. “Oh my god, you seriously just quoted Breezeo to me.” “Foreplay,” you say. “Besides, it’s a good line.” She’s speechless.

“We wanted to talk to you about something,” I tell her. “About why Jonathan is here.” “To play with me?” she asks. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “Well, I mean, maybe, but that’s not really it. You see, I’ve known him for a long time, since before you came into my life, sweetheart.” “Oh.” She stares at me. “So he’s gonna play with you, then?” “What? No.”

can get those convention tickets. Why do you want them? You remember they invited you, right? You were supposed to be the headliner.

You’re the queen. I’m just a commoner.