I was Complimented By a Ghost by Ryan Quinn Flanagan


We were down in the Florida panhandle for a month.
And the missus was out on the patio overlooking
the pool with green lights at night
having just confessed to hearing a ghost on her way
back out, an older male voice, and when I came back
from the bathroom I was pouring a new beer over
the dark marble countertop when I was complimented
by a ghost, that same exact older male voice the
missus had been chirping on about, just a single word:
Nice! I turned quickly to look over my shoulder
but there was no one there. Then I turned back and realized
the ghost had been admiring my beer pouring skills, the way I turned
the can sideways and slow poured right to the lip
with almost no head just like the professionals tending bar
and then I felt bad for the ghost because I was pretty
sure ghosts could not drink beer, but I raised my glass
and toasted my invisible friend for the kind word
before heading back out to the patio so the missus
and I could raise a toast of our own.


© 2019 Ryan Quinn Flanagan


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Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many mounds of snow. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, BlogNostics, The Rye Whiskey Review, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.


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