Short Story - The Ghost

I walk out of the store pushing my cart full of groceries when he appears.
He's walking towards me with his big shit eating grin.

“No” I say as he comes closer to me.

He laughs, “What’s up dork?”

“No. No. No.” I say quietly as I open my trunk to put my bags in.

I look around for his white truck.

He stands there, with the smile still on his face and asks “What’s wrong with you?”

“You are not doing this to me. I let you go. I’m moving on…” I start pushing the cart to the cart rack.

 I feel it getting harder to breathe.

I can feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes.

I walk quickly back to my car and pass him. He’s just standing there with that damn smile.

“No, Brendan. I was in a coma for 6 months and you never came back. Now that I have moved on, you are not going to take me back down.”

I actually felt ok – telling him no.

I was back to breathing normal and the tears never came.

He wasn't mad. He just kept smiling.

“No”, I said one more time and drove off in my car.