“I’m sorry Jim, he was never yours,” she said, pulling the the child away. That was the last time he saw his son.
Slap; white gloves touching ivory bottoms, and now it’s just breath in and out, in and out. Then it pops out.
“Ghosts don’t scare me!”, I shouted and the ghastly figure disappeared. I was relieved but then I heard a whisper from behind my left ear saying, “Who said I am?”