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100promptsTitle: 'No Matter How True'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Character/Pairing: Original
Rating: G
Summary: Next to me, Karen kicked my shin hard under the table.
Notes: Fic = Mine. Characters = Also Mine.
It was in the middle of our dinner party with Ben that the dreaded question finally came up.
"Do you happen to believe in ghosts," I asked him. Next to me, Karen kicked my shin hard under the table. Pasting a smile on my face, I ignored her.
Ben threw his head back, laughing. "Ghosts? Are you kidding me? Who would believe in ghosts, in this day and age?"
Karen leaned closer to me, hissing in my ear: "I told you he wouldn't be receptive to the idea! Why'd you have to open your big, fat mouth?"
His smile fading, Ben looked back and forth between my wife and myself. "I'm sorry; did I say something wrong," he asked me.
I waved the question away. "Don't worry about it. Believe or not; it's not important. We're all friends here, so why bother to pick a fight over something so trivial?"
He nodded. "Right; right. I'm sorry, though." Looking at his wristwatch, Ben let out a mild oath. "I forgot--I'm working a late shift tonight. I really need to get going. See you tomorrow, Steven?"
"Sure, sure."
We watched him drive away into the night.
"Late shift, hell," Karen muttered. "You scared him off, Steven."
I shrugged. "What difference does it make? It isn't as if he'd ever get around to believing that he was having dinner with a pair of ghosts. No matter how true it is. He'll believe something tomorrow, when he comes over to the house."
"But the house won't even be here tomorrow--neither will we."
"That's exactly the point."
Fandom: Original Fiction
Character/Pairing: Original
Rating: G
Summary: Next to me, Karen kicked my shin hard under the table.
Notes: Fic = Mine. Characters = Also Mine.
It was in the middle of our dinner party with Ben that the dreaded question finally came up.
"Do you happen to believe in ghosts," I asked him. Next to me, Karen kicked my shin hard under the table. Pasting a smile on my face, I ignored her.
Ben threw his head back, laughing. "Ghosts? Are you kidding me? Who would believe in ghosts, in this day and age?"
Karen leaned closer to me, hissing in my ear: "I told you he wouldn't be receptive to the idea! Why'd you have to open your big, fat mouth?"
His smile fading, Ben looked back and forth between my wife and myself. "I'm sorry; did I say something wrong," he asked me.
I waved the question away. "Don't worry about it. Believe or not; it's not important. We're all friends here, so why bother to pick a fight over something so trivial?"
He nodded. "Right; right. I'm sorry, though." Looking at his wristwatch, Ben let out a mild oath. "I forgot--I'm working a late shift tonight. I really need to get going. See you tomorrow, Steven?"
"Sure, sure."
We watched him drive away into the night.
"Late shift, hell," Karen muttered. "You scared him off, Steven."
I shrugged. "What difference does it make? It isn't as if he'd ever get around to believing that he was having dinner with a pair of ghosts. No matter how true it is. He'll believe something tomorrow, when he comes over to the house."
"But the house won't even be here tomorrow--neither will we."
"That's exactly the point."
