“Ruth, why do you always sit at the red bench?”
“I talk to my friend everyday, mom.”
“Friend?! What friend?”
“Andy! He’s eleven. He’s such a poor thing… he has been waiting for his mother for years but she never turns up, so I try to keep him company. At least, he won’t feel so lonely.”
Her mother turned pale. Is he that eleven-year-old boy who died of hunger while waiting for his mother ten years ago? People rumoured about sighting the boy’s spirit there, so it’s true!
Standing at her kitchen window, which was directly facing the bench, she stared hard at it but could not see anything.
Suddenly, Ruth’s action startled her.
“Who are you waving to, Ruth?”
“Andy! He’s standing outside our window, waving to us! Can’t you see him, mom?”
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Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Challenge #52. Thank you Priceless Joy for hosting this weekly challenge, and thanks to Ady for providing the photo prompt.