Caleb the Crab

(C) Barbara W. Beacham. Mondays Finish the Story, May 11, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Barbara W. Beacham.

Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life

or her lack thereof. She was sitting on the shore, where the water ebbed and flowed right through her translucent feet.

“I wish I had someone to show me how to be a proper ghost.” She sighed loudly.

“I can help you!” Annabelle heard a jolly, nasal voice come from behind her.

She drifted up and turned to face her back. But there was nobody there.

“Hee hee hee hee!!” The voice erupted with manic cackling.

Then a spot in the sand began to crumble, revealing a small, round hole. Annabelle peered into it, and something within peered back with glossy eyes.

It was a crab! It crawled out into the open and swung its claws outward, as if welcoming Annabelle with a hug. “I’m Caleb!”

“A talking crab?” Annabelle knitted her brows in confusion.

Then a wisp drifted out of the crab, which then scuttled away.

The vapor materialised into a tall and lanky teenage boy. He was all cheeky smiles as he floated into a comfortable ‘Jack-paint-me-like-one-of-your-French-girls’ position from the Titanic, hovering in midair.

“No, silly, I’m a ghost, just like you. And I can show you how to be a proper ghost!”

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