Apparition..by Dahlia Rose

This is the first installment of a book I plan to write just for my blog. Each week will be a new installment of Apparition. A story of a ghostly girl who is stuck and is looking for help to find out who she is and how she can be free. In the process can a ghost find love from a man who is helping her. A man that is flesh and bones? I hope you will come back each week to find out what happens next.
************************************************************************************* Apparition
By Dahlia Rose
Prologue….
She walks like the whisper of the wind. Her feet never touch the ground, not is she seen by day. But still she watches as the children play in the park. Their joyful laughter peals out at they ride the carousel in Central Park. At night the massive lawns are empty. In the winter the benches are clod and lonely. But it is only at night when all is silent except the distant sirens or who will brave the park at nigh that she can be free.

As much freedom as an apparition can have. She cannot touch, connect eat, only feel and be there in that time. Such is the existence of Josephine to live this way day in and day out, year after solitary year. She cannot even remember her last name or the circumstances that brought her to where she is now. She has been stuck in limbo that long. Some see her, while running in the park or taking a stroll through the small piece of paradise in a big concrete city. They will catch a smell of her light perfume or see the wisps of her misty blue dress. If they try to follow she disappears quickly. Sometimes it is out of fear or just a game to pass the time. What else is there to do when you are in between worlds?

But then there are the ones, the ones that she can sense will help. Then she shows herself, beckoning them with a outstretched hand and a plea in her soft brown eyes. No one has ever stayed long enough to find out what she needs. What keeps her on this earthy plain? What stops a lonely apparition from moving on? They run or choose not to believe what has appeared in front of them. So she walks the hiking paths and lonely roads of Central Park. Waiting for the day someone will help her escape. Waiting for the day that this person will be brave enough to help her answer the questions, she has long forgotten.