Maisie was sitting in her seat, with her soda and hotdog, at Charlotte Stokely Athletic Center, settling in to watch a women’s volleyball game.
Sometimes she liked these outings alone, to be in her own head space, her own world. Sometimes she liked being a ghost.
Today, though, she felt lonely. A couple was sitting a few rows ahead of her, touching, flirting, kissing, in their own sweet and sacred world.
Maisie looked away, sipped her soda, waited for the game to start. So many good things always seemed out of reach.
But once the game started, she would lose herself in the excitement, and it would slip from her mind for a time, consolation of a kind of forgetting.
Perhaps she’d a happy ghost, as she waited for her ride to pick her up, as the afternoon storms rolled in, with the hope of something new growing.