“Orbs are ghosts.” Colin was adamant.
“No they’re not. You can see that’s no ghost. It’s on a pole holding it up.” Riley shook the pole to emphasize his point.
“Stupid. That is just a metal ball. The orb is a ghost I’m telling you.”
“What about Queen Mary’s orb then?”
“Well she’s a ghost. Why shouldn’t her orb be a ghost too.”
“Cause stupid, she carried it when she was alive.”
“Then it must be someone elses ghost. I bet this shines spooky blue at night when the ghosts wake up.”
“We’ll check it out tonight. C’mmon I’m hungry.
In response to the photo prompt kindly supplied by Sandra Crook to the Friday Fictioneers host Rochelle. Thank you both.