“You can see me?” 

I used to say that to strangers who insisted on talking to me when I just wanted to be alone.  Of course, they didn’t think I was really a ghost they just thought I was crazy. 

If they only knew.

I’ve been living in this town for just shy of 20 years. I have friends who are asking more and more about family and my origins-compulsing about how alone I am in the world. Wanting to be my family. 

It’s time to move on.  I don’t age and people start asking questions. There was that unfortunate situation in 1918 that I’d rather not repeat. Usually, I move on after about 15 years, but it’s getting harder to pull this off. 

In 1918 I didn’t need a photo ID or a social security card.  They’ve made identity theft harder than ever, but I manage.  I am resourceful.

I’m partial to college towns. There are lots of young women and they get careless with their backpacks especially when they think they’re sitting next to another young woman. 

“Hey!  Can you watch my stuff? I need a refill.”

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