Kisses and Cake

Man in underwear hanging in refridgerator

“Who are you?” I stared at the man dressed in boxers only in granny’s kitchen. He didn’t answer but tried to hand me a chocolate cake. I reached for the plate—why, I don’t know. Shocked, I saw my hands go right through it like it wasn’t even there.
“Who are you talking to?” granny asked.
“I um… n-no one?”
The man put the cake down, gripped the waistband of his boxers, and started to take them off—slowly.
“It has to be Travis, then, the ghost.”
“Who?”
The man smiled teasingly and blew me a kiss before he vanished.


photo credit: Hungry.jpg, 2005 via photopin (license)

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