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Ghosts of the Living
Ghosts of the Living
Ghosts of the Living
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Ghosts of the Living

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Lonely. Divorced. Disowned by her daughter. Helle is spinning toward despair when a homeless girl brightens her life. Finally, she has someone to care about. Someone who needs her. Someone she can be a mother to. But when a tragic event threatens to ruin everything, what lengths will Helle go to in order to keep young Giulianna in her life?

Queer Ghost Stories are standalone tales that can be read in any order. Download “Ghosts of the Living” today!

LanguageEnglish
PublisherRainbow Crush
Release dateJan 24, 2019
ISBN9780463120095
Ghosts of the Living
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Foxglove Lee

Foxglove’s fiction has been called SPECTACULAR by Rainbow Reviews and UNFORGETTABLE by USA Today!Foxglove Lee is a former aspiring Broadway Baby who now writes fiction for children, teens and young adults. She tries not to be too theatrical, but her characters often take over. Her debut novel, Tiffany and Tiger’s Eye, is set in the 80s and features an evil doll!

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    Ghosts of the Living - Foxglove Lee

    Ghosts of the Living © 2019 by Foxglove Lee

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Cover design © 2019 Foxglove Lee

    First Edition January 2019

    Ghosts of the Living

    from the

    Queer Ghost Stories

    series

    By Foxglove Lee

    Chapter One

    Helle ordered two coffees—one with milk only, the other creamy and extra sweet. She took off her gloves to pay, but slipped them back on before heading out into the strange blue darkness of a winter’s morning.

    Once she had stepped out of the coffee shop, she strained her eyes to distinguish among the various shapes on the other side of the street. Every time Helle set her eyes on the girl who panhandled outside the subway entrance, she smiled. Perhaps she ought not feel so warm-hearted toward a stranger. Perhaps she ought to feel sorry for the girl, or even suspicious. But she did not. When she saw the young person, her maternal instinct ignited.

    Helle desired only to care for the girl. Care for her in any way possible.

    The girl’s age was difficult to decipher, but Helle was hardly going to ask. Could be that she was only a child, a teenager. Could be that she was in her twenties, possibly older. Younger than Helle, certainly, but how young, she could not say.

    The light changed from red to green, and Helle proceeded across the street with a coffee in each hand.

    As she approached the girl, she saw that the object of her maternal affections was not alone this morning. Indeed, the girl had not been alone over the past few days, but on those occasions an entire group of friends had been chatting amongst themselves. Today, there was only one other young person with her—boy or girl, Helle did not care enough to perceive.

    This other person was seated on a concrete ledge while Helle’s dear young homeless girl sat on the sidewalk, bundled inside a sleeping bag and wearing a large parka, scarf, hat and mittens—everything one needed to spend time outdoors in the winter.

    After cutting through the crowd, Helle crouched in front of the homeless girl and said, Good morning, hello, I’ve brought you some coffee. Lots of sugar and extra cream. I am sorry. I did not know you would have a friend with you. Would your friend like my coffee? It has in it only milk.

    Nah, said the friend, and Helle was glad to hear this. She did not wish to share her coffee with this interloper. In fact, she wished this person would disappear so she could share a moment alone with her angel.

    That’s so nice of you, the homeless girl said, looking up at Helle with her dark eyes twinkling. Chestnut curls cascaded from beneath her hat, and Helle wondered how she kept her hair looking so beautiful when she lived in such dreadful conditions.

    I am very happy to bring you something to keep you warm. Helle watched the girl bring the coffee cup to her chapped lips and savour the taste. It was good coffee. Helle remembered the slice of coffee cake she’d packed for the girl, and brought it out of her bag. This is for you as well. I made it myself. So much baking I do, and no one to share it with.

    She’d said too much. She was making the girl uncomfortable, perhaps? She must stop talking now.

    You’re so generous, the young girl said. Thank you. Have a great day.

    Was this the girl’s method of telling her to move on? Perhaps Helle was blocking the donations cup, which customarily sat at the girl’s side. Ah yes, this was indeed the case. The longer Helle remained in front of the girl, the less spare change the dear child would receive from other commuters.

    Helle pulled a few more coins than usual from her pocket and placed them into the cup as compensation.

    The girl thanked her again.

    Helle humbly nodded before rising to her feet. As she made her way toward the subway entrance, she could hear the girl chatting with

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