The next thing he realized was that the ground did not feel firm at all beneath his feet. But this was just a feeling, he told himself. Where on earth was Nervina?
He heard a noise come from behind him and turned to see that it was a man in uniform running up fast towards where he stood.
He felt sick and then faint - this was not turning out to be a great day.
Just before the fellow had caught up to him, he heard the cracking sound of a shot firing and with that, an explosion - the man crumpled at his feet vaporising right before his eyes.
To his left Brogan could hear the sound of laughing.
"Yes!" a young voice had called out, whooping some more.
Brogan instinctively shot a glance to where the voice had come from, to see a glass window in one of the courtyard walls. Going up closer he saw two faces looking through from behind. They appeared to be only children.
His curiosity led him right up to that window and he peered through. Two boys, around the ages of eight and ten were staring back but did not seem to acknowledge his looking at them. Brogan was very used to not being seen these days and supposed that this was one of those times. They must have been mortal children who, like most of them, lacked the ghost vision to see him.
Both boys had chip packets on their laps, and were jumping up and down on what seemed to be a couch, showering crumbs, sitting in a living room with a TV running in the background.
He stood and watched them for a while. They seemed happy. One started wrestling the other; trying to grab hold of something from his hand ... it was a game controller.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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