Brian looked around the Common Room. “That’s an unusual chess set,” he said.
Instead of black and white, the chess set’s pieces were frosted glass and clear glass.
Yves, the nursing home director said, “Yeah, ghosts prefer it that way.”
“Well, this is a nursing home for ghosts,” explained Yves.
Yves misinterpreted Brian’s look. He said, “Think about it. If someone died while infirm, they might need a nursing home as a ghost.”
Brian decided that Ives was insane. “I see, so…”
“Different ghosts interact with worldly things in different ways. Some can play chess and some can be seen, but interactions are always limited. Most ghosts pass through anything solid. So we need a living person like you to manage day-to-day operations. Hire contractors, pay the bills and so on. ”
“That’s why it seems so empty.”
“Oh, it’s packed in here. You just can’t see them.”
Brian began to grin. If this fool wanted to pay him for managing nobody, so be it. “Okay. I’ll take the job!”
A moment later, Brian ran from the building screaming.
Patrick the ghost stood beside Yves. He offered, “Yeah. Let’s avoid the traditional handshake until employees realize you’re a ghost too.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/sunday-photo-fiction-june-11th-2017/