Ghost in the Well

“Dadu, I saw a ghost.”

“When? Where?”

“When I was going to the school, I saw him in the street.

“And how do know that he was a ghost?”

“He told me that he was a ghost, yes. And he looked like a ghost. He had very long arms and very long legs. His hands almost touched his feet. And his face was like that of a very old woman, full of wrinkles.”

“He must be a funny ghost?”

“No, he is a sad ghost. He lives in a well. But he is not happy living there. He said he would like to move to the banyan tree that’s behind the Hanuman Temple. But a nasty monkey would not let him live there.”

“He told you so?”

“Yes, and he wanted my help. He said that if I gave him my fruits and sandwiches that would be very kind of me. He would give those things to that nasty monkey and the monkey would let him stay on banyan tree.” 

“And you must have helped him?”

“Of course, I had to.”

At that moment the boy’s mother came in. She was holding his school empty lunch box. She appeared very happy, “Wonderful! Today you finished everything! I am so happy!” She gave him motherly hug, “Good boy!”

The boy looked at his grandpa and smiled mischievously.

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A post for A to Z challenge

Today’s letter G

You may like to read my earlier post  here F for Fortune-tellor