Dancing With Ghosts

By Aneelah Kauser

Feet floated above my head, I felt the barest brush of them as the pair danced away. It was quite odd to be dancing beneath ghosts. 

Transparent people hovered all over at different heights, some disappearing through vibrantly painted walls. The dome ceiling above us was carved intricately with planets and stars as well as massive constellations. I often mistook some ghosts for living, breathing people as they hovered down closer to me. 

The faintest warmth enveloped my hand and I jerked away, only just realizing it wasn't a ghost. 

"Would you like to join them?" A strong jawline and handsome features crowded my vision. Where did he come from? 

"No, thank you," I squeaked, trying to move past him. 

A large arm clad in black blocked my path. 

"I insist," His voice sounded strained. And I noticed that his jaw was tight. How interesting. This man was asking me to dance with him, though he clearly didn't wish to. Whatever could be motivating him? 

My curiousity got the best of me and I placed my delicate hand in his smooth palm. 

By Aneelah Kauser