Ghost Walk

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forgotten memory?</p><p id="5720">These were the thoughts going through Tanner’s brain as he walked the heaved and cracked sidewalks of his downtrodden neighborhood.</p><p id="9861">He was ever so slightly startled out of his reverie by two squirrels chasing each other around the fat trunk of a big old tree he walked by. The squirrels seemed oblivious of him. Tanner did not even bother looking at the squirrels.</p><p id="f2e4"><i>Wouldn’t it be nice to be invisible?</i> he thought. <i>Wouldn’t it be nice to be a ghost? You wouldn’t have a body so you wouldn’t have to eat or work or exercise. And even though you could see everything and everyone, no one could see you! You could just float through the air willy-nilly being blown about by the breeze like a piece of weightless pollen. You could just swim through the air without a worry, without a care in the world. Just being.</i></p><p id="9896">Just then he tripped a little over an upthrust piece of sidewalk. <i>And being a ghost you wouldn’t have to keep your head down watching the sidewalk and yo

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u’d never trip</i>, he thought.</p><p id="855f">Then he laughed over his own clumsiness. And he kept laughing. It was though the jolt of tripping over the sidewalk let loose a reservoir of pent up laughter.</p><p id="2193">When he finally got back home he felt a lot better.</p><p id="4fb0"><i>Copyright by <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"><b>White Feather</b></a>. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction.</i></p><p id="4bd6"><i>Speaking of walking…</i></p><div id="5ce1" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/logans-walk-ba2f91a1e224"> <div> <div> <h2>Logan’s Walk</h2> <div><h3>When it’s hard to move your legs</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*5xAPBS2qLdvzUcSXstdcKg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Invisibility interrupted

Lulled into a somnolent state by the drone of a distant lawnmower, Tanner slowly wandered the streets with no destination in mind. He no longer cared about anything and that felt refreshingly good.

Why care? Why struggle? Why exert so much effort? Why even try?

Why spend life working feverishly toward some goal, some reward? Why live for the future in the NOW? It sucks all the joy out of the NOW.

And the rewards, if any, are so ephemeral. They slip into the past so quickly one cannot be sure that they even existed. Do something noble, something grand? Break a record, win the championship? Five years from now no one will even remember. Who wants to be a forgotten memory?

These were the thoughts going through Tanner’s brain as he walked the heaved and cracked sidewalks of his downtrodden neighborhood.

He was ever so slightly startled out of his reverie by two squirrels chasing each other around the fat trunk of a big old tree he walked by. The squirrels seemed oblivious of him. Tanner did not even bother looking at the squirrels.

Wouldn’t it be nice to be invisible? he thought. Wouldn’t it be nice to be a ghost? You wouldn’t have a body so you wouldn’t have to eat or work or exercise. And even though you could see everything and everyone, no one could see you! You could just float through the air willy-nilly being blown about by the breeze like a piece of weightless pollen. You could just swim through the air without a worry, without a care in the world. Just being.

Just then he tripped a little over an upthrust piece of sidewalk. And being a ghost you wouldn’t have to keep your head down watching the sidewalk and you’d never trip, he thought.

Then he laughed over his own clumsiness. And he kept laughing. It was though the jolt of tripping over the sidewalk let loose a reservoir of pent up laughter.

When he finally got back home he felt a lot better.

Speaking of walking…