As a bit of a supplement to my upcoming book, Ghosts are Assholes, here is another vignette into Vincent’s life that I hope you enjoy. It is entitled Just One Date.
“You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did,” Vincent said seeing the thin apparition in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.
“I know I dropped quite the large one,” a young brown-haired man said as he turned off the faucet next to Vincent and shook his hands above the sink, “But there’s no need to embarrass me about it.”
Vincent’s awkward attempts to apologize fell on deaf ears. The man gruffly dried his hands and left in silence. After this time confirming that nobody was in the bathroom with him, he turned and faced the poltergeist to continue their conversation.