Flowers

by Scott Nicholson

  If only Margaret could die every day, then maybe Doug and I—

  As soon as she had the thought, she was sickened. She'd rather have Margaret back alive than to have any guy in the world. Anyway, if Margaret were alive, Doug would still be going out with her. Margaret had been beautiful. Still was. And Ellen was a frumpy, dumpy piece of nobody. She cried herself to a restless sleep.

  "You didn't go out," Ellen said the next afternoon.

  Margaret lowered her voice, looking around at the other graves. "I was scared."

  "I don't blame you." Ellen felt a small spark of joy, a lightness in her chest. If Margaret didn't go out, everything would be okay.

  "I want to see him."

  "You'd better be careful, Margaret. They want to keep you a secret."

  "I don't have to talk to him or anything. I just want to see him. To remember what he's like."

  "What about Doug? What if you freak him out?"

  "I didn't freak you out."

  "Well, you did a little, at first. I mean, it's not like I believed in ghosts or anything, or did one of those corny seances to try and bring you back."

  "I wonder if Doug misses me as much as I miss him."

  Ellen didn't know whether to lie or not. She had never kept secrets from Margaret before. She looked at the ground, at the seam of stubborn dirt where the grass hadn't taken root.

  "Are you ashamed of having me for a friend?"

  "Of course not." Ellen knelt in the moist grass by the tombstone. "You'll always be my best friend. Forever."

  "Better than Doug?"

  Does she know? Ellen's throat was tight. What would a ghost do to you if you tried to steal her boyfriend?

  "Doug still thinks about you a lot," Ellen managed to say, which wasn't a lie. "I talked to him a few weeks ago. He said that you guys listened to Crash Test Dummies together. He said that 'Swimming In Your Ocean' was your favorite song."

  "Crash Test Dummies. Now that's what I call irony, seeing the way I got killed."

  Ellen tried to change the subject away from Doug and death. "Do they have music...over there?"

  Margaret looked beyond the graveyard, beyond trees and stone and all things solid, as if she hadn't heard Ellen. "It doesn't hurt to get killed. It hurts more, afterward. Being dead, I mean. And knowing it. That's the worst thing."

  "I wish I could trade places with you." So Doug would be in love with her. Even if she couldn't do anything about it, couldn't hold his hand or kiss him. She'd be happy enough just to know he carried her in his heart. Just to be able to make him happy or sad when he thought of her.

  "Don't say that." Margaret drifted down from the stone. Part of her misty flesh seeped across Ellen's face. Ellen shivered.

  "It hurts to be dead, Ellen. It hurts to remember everything you lost."

  "You haven't lost me," Ellen said, wondering if Margaret was splashing the chill of death on her face just to warn her. But Ellen would never commit suicide. She was too scared. And if she died, she'd never have Doug. But would Doug have her?

  "I don't ever want to lose you." Margaret smiled, a white sliver of movement among the smoky threads of her face. The front gate of the cemetery creaked open.

  "Somebody's coming," Ellen said, but Margaret had already disappeared, back to her cold and dreamless sleep. Ellen pretended to mumble a prayer in case the visitors happened to see her. Then she went out the front gate and headed toward the soccer field.

  Ellen's mom would be mad, but Ellen didn't care. Nothing else mattered anymore. Let everybody else hate her. She had to find out once, for all, and forever.

  "This is really weird, Ellen," Doug said.

  What did Doug know about weirdness? His world was soccer games, shooting for college scholarships, getting tons of pictures in the yearbook. He'd been in the graveyard before, but not since Margaret's funeral, and certainly never when the sky was purple with sundown. A pale slice of moon hung in bare branches like an ornament.

  "How come you've never been back?" Ellen asked.

  "Because I—" Doug paused, gasped. "I don't know. It makes me think about her, and I don't like to think about her. It makes my chest hurt."

  They stood before Margaret's grave, Doug shivering in his soccer shorts and T-shirt. She'd dragged him here right after practice, had called him to the sidelines and told him she had something really important to show him. So important it couldn't wait for him to get dressed.

  She'd taken his hand, and he hadn't pulled away. She led him across the street and over the hill, feeling the eyes of Doug's friends on her back. They probably thought good old Doug was going to score, put another one in the net. Ellen trembled as they walked, brushing aside his questions until they came to the graveyard.

  "Margaret is my best friend," Ellen said. Doug looked at her as if she were crazy, but she didn't feel crazy at all. In fact, for the first time in years, she felt that her life was under her own control.

  "Yeah, Margaret was great," Doug said, looking around at the tombstones gray in the weak light. "She was really special."

  "I have to know, Doug. Did you really love her?"

  Doug let go of her hand. "You're scaring me."

  "The truth is nothing to be afraid of." Ellen squinted at Margaret's grave, but could see none of the strange milkiness of her ghost. She hoped they hadn't called Margaret away, that they hadn't confined her to some dismal, dark hibernation. "Did you love her?"

  Doug looked around. He seemed uncomfortable without an audience. Ellen wondered if this was how he acted when he was alone with Margaret. "Uh, yeah. Sure. Of course I did."

  "How many girls have you gone out with since then?"

  "What's that got to do with anything?"

  "It's got everything to do with everything."

  "Are you feeling okay?"

  "I'm fine." Ellen grinned, not caring if her dimples were dumpy. "Never been better. How many girls?"

  "Heck, I don't know. Five, six."

  "Maybe ten?"

  "Maybe."

  "And you loved Margaret the best?"

  "You're weird. I've got to go."

  "Just answer me, and you can leave."

  He scratched his head. His eyes reflected the moonlight. "Well, I loved her. But you got to move on. You got to keep living. I know you were her best friend, but I didn't know you were so hung up on her."

  "Even dead people have feelings." She almost wished Margaret would rise like fog, to tell Doug how much she missed him. Ellen wondered how Mr. Cool would handle that.

  "I'm getting out of here." Doug headed for the gate, hunched, his arms huddled across his chest. November was always cold, especially in the graveyard. But Ellen knew some things were colder than November. Like a guy's heart.

  "She loved you, you know," Ellen called.

  Doug stopped near the gate, his shadow mingling with the wrought-iron bars. "I thought you were taking me out here so we could be alone. I was going to kiss you. I was going to be gentle. Hell, I was even going to walk you home after."

  "I bet you say that to all the girls," Margaret said, her voice everywhere and nowhere.

  Doug glanced at the sky, shook his head as if to clear away cobwebs or memories or imagined voices, then hurried through the gate.

  "He's not so hot after all," Margaret said from her tombstone perch. "Not like I remember him."

  "Some people grow on you, and some don't."

  "You could have fallen in love with him," Margaret said. "I wouldn't have minded too much."

  "I know. But every time I kissed him, I would have thought of you. And he wouldn't have."

  "Yeah." The moon shone into Margaret, making her hair radiant. She was beautiful, both inside and outside. "Well, when you're dead, warm lips are gross anyway."

  They shared a laugh, and even though the wind howled around them, Ellen was warm. She might not know what losing love was like, but she knew what having it was like.

  "You'd better get home," Margaret said. "Your mom's going to kill you
."

  "Naw. She's not going to kill me. I'm going to live a long time."

  The cemetery was silent except for the brittle rattling of bone-dry leaves. After a moment, Margaret said, "Live for both of us, okay?"

  Ellen reached out, held the wispy hand of her best friend. "I promise," she whispered.

  Ellen left Margaret to her dark sleep and headed for the gate, street, and home. Tomorrow Doug would be telling half the school that she was nuts, but she didn't care. Doug could go stuff himself, as far as she was concerned. She could hardly wait to get home and tear his picture into shreds.

  There was one more thing. She paused at the gate. "See you tomorrow, Margaret," she called across the empty graveyard.

  A peaceful hush was her only answer.

  THE END

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  About the author:

  I have written 12 novels, including The Red Church, Speed Dating with the Dead, Disintegration, and The Skull Ring.

  Other electronic works include Burial to Follow and the story collections Ashes, The First, Murdermouth, and Gateway Drug. I live in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, where I write for a newspaper, play guitar, raise an organic garden, and work as a freelance fiction editor.

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