Snippet #2721539

The ghost girl looked up at the man to bend up at some indiscernible waistline. She grabbed the few muffins below her and held them close. Her black eyes had more of a slightly dusty spot than a pupil like some black pearl but one could tell where she was looking at.

She looked at him demurely with a voice small and hollow, "Um, sorry mister man. I dropped my muffins on you."

One that had broken open the plastic packaging caught her sight, "Aw I broke one! It'll go bad!"

The translucent girl shifted slowly over to the splattered bit of muffin and started picking the pieces off the ground. They immediately went into her mouth and one could see the dark bits floating slowly inward where a stomach ought to be. Mother always said waste not want not! The muffin parts slowly started to vanish inside her and Eileen looked down to watch for a moment poking her tummy.