“Hello, dear.”
The words usually instilled a warm calm in her, ever since she"d first heard them and seen the old lady in the tartan skirt and grey cardigan. The kind, slightly wrinkled face was almost as familiar as her own. It had been nearly 20 years since the woman started appearing to her, always smiling.
A knowing smile.
“That"s the beauty of being a ghost,” Jenny had often thought to herself during the old lady"s visits. “Never to get any older, always staying the same.”
“Hello, dear,” she said back to the ever-smiling woman. But this time she wasn"t so confident. Her life was now happy and complete, so why was the old lady here? Was it a terrible disaster she had come to forewarn about?
However, Jenny"s life had been very different when she saw her the first time. It was only
