A Visit

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man meets a beautiful woman who looks like a famous movie star.

Submitted: May 08, 2014

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Submitted: May 08, 2014



“I’m the romantic type, for sure,” I told him.

“Well, you are very pretty, I must say,” he replied.

“Thanks.  You’re not so bad you’re self,” I said back.

He was blushing.  I like that in a man.  Shows feeling. 

“So what are you doing tonight?” he said.

“Sleeping,” I replied blandly.

He looked disappointed.  Probably thought I was going to flirt with him. 


We had literally bumped into each other outside a cinema where he had been coming out and I had just been passing on my way back from a walk.  Now here we were in a quiet little bar chatting away like old friends.  Well almost.

“Well, ide love to take you out,” he said.

“Forward, aren’t you?” I replied with a knowing smile.

“I was asking, that’s all,” he said unsmiling.

He was intimidated.  Oh well.

“I don’t know you,” I told him.

“You have none me twelve minutes.”

“And that’s enough?”

“In my book, yes.”

I sighed. 

Then he said, “Hey, did anybody ever tell you that you look like that famous actress Joan Fontaine?”

I wondered where this was leading too.

“One or two,” I replied.

“She died,” he said sadly, “only yesterday, I heard.”

“She was very old,”

He nodded.

“So you won’t come out me tonight?”  he said after a brief silence.

I shook my head.

“Oh well,” he said, “and Joan was my favourite actress too.”

I wanted to tell him.  Of cause I did.  But my guardian was in the corner watching and shaking his head and I knew the end was in sight.

“I should be going,” I said with a tinge of regret.

“You know you really do look like Joan,” he said wistfully.

“Do I?” I said feeling an ache inside.

He nodded and we said goodbye.

"Is this how it’s always going to be now?” I asked my guardian on the way out.

“I’m afraid so, Miss Fontaine,” he said gravely.

I wasn’t sure I was going to enjoy being a ghost now.


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