Margaret's Ghost

Although Margaret was flattered that her husband Louis had come all the way back from the afterlife to guide her through her final years, she didn't quite know how to behave around him since he no longer existed in his human, physical form. Now he drifted as a gray-opaque cloud, at the center of which was a gelatinous, floating blob (which, he clarified, was his soul). Sometimes she would look into the blob (his soul) as if it were an eye, but finding it quite unresponsive, she often chose to look at her hands, or the wall. Still, she was glad for his company.
All of their friends had attended Louis's elaborate funeral and memorial services, and had bestowed their greatest and heartfelt condolences to the widow. Louis's abrupt return to Margaret's side left everyone quite dumbfounded. Most of them, in order to save themselves the trouble of great existential vulnerability, simply chose to pretend that the gray cloud which accompanied Margaret to dinner, walks in the park, and social occasions, was just the traditional cloud of mourning which tends to follow widows about their lonely days.
Margaret knew better. And she knew that Louis's soul had little flecks of orange and yellow in it. She hadn't known that before.

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