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Tea Time With a Ghost
[Capsule: Correspondence Freewriting]
Alexis had never thought she would be waiting to have tea with a ghost.
The calling card had arrived without fanfare last week, the handwriting spindly, like a spider’s scrawl. Meet me at the cafe across from the train station at 3 o’clock Sunday, it had read. The card had been signed by a man she knew to be dead six months past.
Her sister Beatrice had looked upon the card with delight. “You have to go! It’s not every day a girl has a ghost story on her hands!”
Alexis had grumbled to herself. What did a ghost want from her? She was no medium who could help him reach peace. And there was little she remembered of him — a man who always stood at the edge of a dance floor, his gaze internal. She didn’t think she had ever even spoken to him while he was alive.
Nearing the time they were to meet, Alexis fidgeted in her seat, her hands sweating beneath the gloves she wore. The cafe was bustling, waiters moving from table to table, and she felt so out of place by herself. She wished Beatrice had opted to come to see the spectacle.
“Miss Crawford?”
Alexis jumped in her seat as she took in the soft voice that had called her name. She turned, expecting to see nothing, but instead she found her eyes…
