Ghost Dad

[Herbert Fudge]

Irene’s question rather dampened his mirth. It was one he had been dutifully ignoring ever since Holliday’s return home, one he had dreaded hearing since he realized the change in his condition. Herbert Fudge had expected to die of old age, not live on as an eternal shadow on the walls of the resort that he had built. Now faced with a hundred lifetimes of existence, that option had decidedly been taken from him.

He hesitated a moment before answering, “I hadn’t thought that far ahead.” His tone lacked his earlier joy, though was not altogether solemn. “If nothing else, this ordeal has taught me—and you, I hope—that things can change rapidly and unexpectedly.”