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Manh ya just gonna stand there not come over pick up a towel dry for me

he had to get that out to keep is creep factor stuffd down freakin broad daylight hed is roommate had never appeared except at night a tissue-thin shadow in the hall at the threshold of their bedroom
mebe once is bedroom

he could feel im standin back a bit over is shoulder had been feelin im but tryin not to look keep thins on a level playing field between em he had no idea what is roommates playing field might be an aint no sense temptin im forcin is hand

Ya aint playin nice manh

is creep was gettin the better of im

 

Ah fuckyaden  turnin he dippd is shoulder
dere beside da fridge  tall pale  nondescript 
stone cold expression 
steppin back he dematerialised quiet  dull  motes  ash

den nothin but da machines purr is breathin as if he sprintd is heart thuddin  is adrenaline generous

den widdat at an end

for nothin other tado

he turnd an kept at the dishes

hed tell her when she got home from work about their restless roommate one of three that her grrls were quiet

he called them her grrls because she contended with them more often than he 
 

once one hung over him in bed
 

afterwards another time he thought the same one unseen woke him by saying his name over an over

thrilling to have a ghost know an say ones name

when she came home they had a beer

dinner still had a half hour

he let her decompress  she was a sensitive introvert exquisitely sensitive an work its interactions taxed her
but her big brain managed their way negotiated what shed rather not

their house was a decompression chamber stilling the social bends that stricken her

she didnt talk she gushed reams

a halfhour of workplace inanity was his limit anything more was his to bear if he wasnt incentivised enough to have dinner ready on time

their places were set

water poured

the beer a grateful sedative  organic  no prescription required

they put their plates together sat lit a candle conversed on art he interrupted with politics she brought them back to art he wiggled in more politics

then they let the candle flame decide  then talked more of art an prospective trips up to the bay or turning inland

after dinner he got her curled up on the couch offered another beer lit the livingroom with christmas lights an sat beside her

they threw in a dvd a drama
 

in the frame their view of the screen to its left was the diningroom an a sliding glass door which reflected the soft coloured lights on its black face
the night the glasss silver as if a mirror

a third of the way into the film out of the corner of his eye he saw a shallow gray motion on the glass

it moved to the right out of sight  then returned slowly passing across the door an disappeared  either behind the wall an outside  or disappeared inside the room

it returned perhaps ten minutes later slowly wafting across to the right stopping in full view  tall  sifting gray  then retreating again to the left an disappeared
it occurred to him then that he was looking unimpeded through the ghost witnessing its reflection on the black glass

he lost track of the film

she seemed to be enjoying it  trails of tears on her cheeks in accord with the sensitive drama

then it reemerged brazenly into his field of vision back and forth back and forth  teasing leaving the idea it might disappear then suddenly reverse washing back across the glass

eventually it disappeared to his left

he might have considered someone walking on the porch on the other side of the glass but their outdoor cat made noise on it padding back and forth if he were late with its kibble any human being would have sounded like a hulking monster

the three interludes where perfectly quiet

the quietness was pervasive
 

then it ceased

the apparition was gone

he watched the final twenty minutes of the film uninterrupted

when the film was over as was their habit they shut down the machine its various functions the flatscreen utterly black an delved into its artistry direction cinematography colour palette camera angles acting dialogue storyline discussed the relevancy of particular scenes if necessary or critical or could be excluded was the films statement message if either subtle or overt or had the film created a peekhole a different vantage point arresting one making them take a step back and really see  see what they might not ordinarily see or even conceive existed

these existential discussions were of primacy to their relationship  

which was why they rarely ever watched the shoot-em-ups the blockbusters the CGd-to-Death mindless exercises in film(of course  there was nothing wrong with that  people will be people)

as their considerations wound down and other bits of their day began to enter and erode it he wanted to mention their roommate in the kitchen earlier that afternoon but at his pronouncement Roommate

she interrupted him Did you see that during the film

On the door the glass

Yes What was that

It confused me

It started to freak me out

I thought perhaps it was him
Though what unsettled me was that while I couldnt see him in the house  I saw his reflection on the glass
So odd to see through him
yet see his reflection

Christ Youre spooking me

Its not physics acceptable physics

Id wonder if physics have ever tried to explainwhat  ethereal nous

Yes

You were saying before I interrupted you

Our roommate him he appeared this afternoon in the kitchen

What

Yes I think thats why tonights appearance  Fuckin brilliant if anything

You think hes brilliant

I think if I were a ghost Id want to have fun make playthings of my humans Fuckin peabrains as we are  You
 

Shit Yes
Id be tempted too    Shit

Why shit

Because  Maybe Id want to explain my existence

To a human being  Fuck that  Being Simply being Existing    Is argument enough

I probably wouldnt understand why I existed beyond my death anyways

she laughed Good point  Theres that isnt there

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