Dedicated to Scooby.
Pete Gibson strolled along his street, the sky was clear blue, air freshly crisp.
He walked toward his mother, who gave a wave in his direction.
Pete beamed as the wave met him.
But his mother didn’t take any notice of him.
Didn’t appear to see him.
As if he wasn’t there.
He asked, alarmed.
The world swam and Pete suddenly woke up in bed.
Just a nightmare.
He thought, relieved.
He ran into his mother’s bedroom to hug her, only to find his hands going through her.
Pete began to cry as he realised:
He was dead.
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