Old Friends | A 100 Word Story

#218 Four of Parchment

“Who are you? I don’t show mercy to intruders!” she shouted at the apparition hovering in the middle of her living room.

“Don’t you recognize me? I see time hasn’t been your friend after forty years. Has it really been that long.” The old woman squinted at the ghost. Then her eyes widened. “Ah, you do remember me.”

“You’re late,” she said, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke at the ghost. “If you’re here to scare me or make me feel guilty, save your non-existent breath. You deserved everything you got.”

“In that case, fancy a game of chess?”