The Haunted Parka
She said she was a poltergeist and I said the whole point of a poltergeist was that no one was supposed to know it was you. Spoils the effect, rather. She blushed scarlet and began whimpering in dismay. I tried to console her but somehow her parka became undone and at that point it was like a red rag to a bull although I thought they actually used capes; nice ones, lined in silk. They probably would be rags when the bull was done with them, but my point is, they started out as definitive articles of clothing, like the parka, which, coincidentally, was in rags by the time we got done. I said I had a nice time and she said it was a lot more fun than she expected.
©2003 F.J. Bergmann
"The Haunted Parka" appeared on Right Hand Pointing #6.
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