Ghost

08 May 2015
   It’s the looks you notice first, the glances, the stares, the swivels on the pavements. Some faces are agog, some simply smile. There are the looks of appreciation and of pride, and there are those, inevitably, of scorn. The questions then follow; you can see lips mouthing them as you approach, through the windscreen and in the mirrors as you glide near-silently by. Who is that? Where’s that...
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