A blast of cold air announces her arrival. I shiver.
“Are you alright?”
Awkward. Do you tell your date your dead wife has materialised to check her out? I usually don’t, but tonight feels different. Taking a chance, I explain.
“Does she approve?”
Phantom lips touch mine, then she leaves.
A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “a blast of cold air”
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