One More Time

    It was five in the evening. A girl no older then eleven was sitting on the swings.

    Her golden blonde hair blew in the wind. Her wide grey eyes shone under the firey ball of the sun. Her white clothes reflected the sunset's colour.

    A twenty-two year-old man was walking on the grass. He spotted the girl on the swings. Something about her seemed too familiar.

    The man calmly walked over and sat on the swing next to the little girl.

    "Hello," said the man. The little girl looked at him. her gray, dull eyes looked as if they were filled with life again.

    "I'm Millie," she replied.

    Even the name sounded oddly familiar, thought the man.

    "Lucas. My name's Lucas."

    Millie smiled brightly. Her pale face looked as if it was regaining colour.

    "What do you do for a living Lucas?" Millie asked, starting to swing a little.

    "I work at the hospital. I want to help a lot of children and prevent them from dying of cancer," Lucas replied, looking down at his feet.

    "Well, that's a good reason Lucas. You're a great person," Millie sang.

    "Thanks...I guess," Lucas replied, blushing from embarassment.

    "You're welcome!" Millie said, smiling.

    "Oh dear, I have to go home. My girlfriend is waiting," Lucas said looking down at his watch.

    "What's your girlfriend's name?" Millie asked bluntly.

    "Minnie..." Lucas replied. A hurt expression was showed on his face. Millie smiled, again (a genuine smile this time).

    "Go...don't keep her waiting," Millie said. Lucas nodded and walked away.

    Lucas stopped and turned back, but Millie was gone. The swings were still. Lucas looked around, but Millie could not be found.

    Lucas shrugged and sauntered off to his truck. The wind blew hard. A picture landed on the ground. Lucas bent down to pick it up. The picture showed Millie in a light green dress with white polkadots. Standing beside her was an eleven year old Lucas in a simple grey T-shirt and blue shorts.

    Lucas stared wide-eyed at the picture. The little girl he had been talking to was Millie's ghost.

    Lucas smiled, he turned the picture around and saw some writting.

    "Lucas, I'm happy that I finally got a chance to talk to you after all these years. It was painfully lonely for me. At this park I mean. I do hope you and my baby sister, Minnie, will do well. She's always been fond of you since before my death. Take care of her, your family and your loved ones. do take care of yourself Lucas...I'll be watching out for you.
    ~Millie"

    Tears streamed down Lucas' face. He clutched the picture in his hand tightly and shoved it in his pocket. Lucas sat in the drivers seat, hit the steering wheel and sobbed.

    Mille (now invisible to the human eye) was still sitting on the swing. She stood up and walked towards the truck. She placed her small fragile hand up against the window of the passenger side.

    "Don't worry Lucas. I know you loved me back when we were children. I loved you too...remember that Lucas..." Millie started to fade away. A sad smile was plastered on Millie's face. Soon, Millie was off of earth and into a better place.

    Lucas peered out the window, he made out a small faint hand print. He smiled sadly, started the engine of his truck and drove off.


The End-