I don’t have any flesh at all
👻 The Adventures of Ghosty Gordon Chapter 2
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Golden light spilled through the towering glass windows, draping Ghosty Gordon in a soft, buttery glow. He just woke up in that airport terminal but still had no idea how he got there. He watched the sun shimmer in front of him. Tiny specks of mist and fog swirled through the sunlight like fireflies trapped in a jar. He had a hard time getting used to the fact that he had no fingers. How was he supposed to tie his shoes? He looked at his feet—which he didn’t have. Right. He didn’t need to worry about shoes because he suddenly had ghostly triangular feet. He tried shifting his weight and immediately wobbled like a top about to topple over.
“How did I get here?” he wondered out loud. His voice echoed faintly through the empty terminal. He peered through the windows and saw nothing but an endless valley of pink and orange light outside. A few purple clouds glided over the sun. At first, he thought other people—or ghosties—were down there, but the movement was just the shadows. “How in the world did I even become a ghosty?”
A rumbling purr made him scream. Ghosty Gordon froze, his round eyes darting to the source of the sound. At first, he thought it was an airplane engine revving up. His imagination sprinted ahead—what if it was an airplane, angry at him for being in this strange airport? The thought sent shivers through his translucent frame. He calmed down when he saw Carol Cat. He completely forgot about her. She had just appeared there in that airport like him.
The yellow cat sat smack dab in the middle of the terminal floor, one golden hind leg stretched high in the air as she licked at her fur with dainty precision. Her whiskers twitched, and her tiny black eyes blinked at him lazily like she didn’t have a single care about the odd situation they were in.
“You think you’re confused?” Carol Cat said in her ditzy voice between licks. “I don’t even know how I became a cat.”
That didn’t make sense. Ghosty Gordon tilted his head, his brows furrowing—or at least they would have if he still had brows. “I don’t know,” he decided to say. “How did you become a cat?”
Carol Cat finally put down her leg. She gave him a quizzical look. “I think I was just born one.”
“Yeah. I thought that was how it worked.” Ghosty Gordon quickly placed his hand on Carol Cat’s other hind leg before she could awkwardly lift it. He looked at her shimmering golden fur, solid and unghostlike in every way.
“Speaking of,” Carol Cat said, now turning her attention to her front paws, “as you previously said, I am flesh.”
Ghosty Gordon suddenly had an image of bubbling skin for some reason. “Ew!”
Carol Cat eyed him. “You’re a ghost, so you’re rotting flesh. No offense.”
Ghosty Gordon shrugged, his arms wiggling like gelatin. “I don’t have any flesh at all. I’m a ghosty.” He waved his arms up and down like a spirit trying to spook her.
Carol Cat wiggled her nose and smiled. “I’m just kitten around.”
Ghosty Gordon stopped waving his arms. He obviously wasn’t scary enough because Carol Cat just went about swiping at the mist around her like it was a physical object. She didn’t seem to get the clue that mist was impossible to catch. “Wow. Okay.”
“So, how are you a ghosty,” Carol Cat said, pouncing on some mist, “and I’m a… flesh?”
“I thought you were going to say a feline.”
Carol Cat stopped swatting at the mist and turned her round, curious eyes on him. “Well, yeah. I am one.”
Ghosty Gordon let out a long, wispy sigh, his entire ghostly form sagging like a deflated balloon. “I don’t know,” he said, his voice cracking into a higher pitch, making him wince. Questions churned in his mind, spiraling like the mist around him. Why was Carol Cat there? Why was he there? And what was this strange, endless airport with its golden light and eerie quiet? He didn’t have answers—just a strange, instinctual certainty that this was a limbo only for ghosties. Somehow, it felt right for him to be there. But Carol Cat? She didn’t belong. He could feel it, like a splinter in his thoughts, and judging by her restless swipes at the air, she felt it, too.
“I’m alive,” Carol Cat said slowly, now trying to lick the mist. “But how are we both here? How are we both here in this random airport?”
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“Okay, Ghosty Gordy,” Carol Cat said beside him as they took off down the runway, “I don’t know how I got here either.”
Ghosty Gordon frowned. He thought they had already established that. Also, it sounded like she didn’t remember his name. “Hello. It’s Gordon.”
“What’d I say?”
“Gordy.”
Carol Cat looked into the distance like she was watching an old memory play out on one of the wispy purple clouds. “I guess I was thinking about some pig.”
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