maggiezee

terrified, she froze, lighter inches from her cigarette. someone was singing her favorite song, no where to be seen in the parking deck.

who else was here? i wasn't even supposed to be here. it was past three in the morning, and she often came to the deserted parking stucture to unwind and dance to the music she let pour out of her car.


the voice was charmingly familiar, playing on her memory. jumping, she turned to reach into the car to stifle her cell phone.

arms encircled her waist from behind and she tensed, relaxing when she saw the tiny moon tattoo on his hand.

'oh, baby. i've missed you. come back to me..." she breathed in the soothing smell of starch and old spice.







the jazz music swelled from inside her car, and she was alone, dancing with her favorite ghost.