Spirit
Danny listened as the snow crunched beneath his boots. Snowflakes gently caressed his cheeks. Danny sighed happily.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Startled, Danny whirled around. A 10-year old girl floated before him, her black hair tied tightly into a ponytail, her green eyes echoing the happiness on her face. Danny relaxed. The girl certainly didn't seem like a threat.
"Yes, it is. Who are you?"
The girl smiled. "I'm Annabelle. I always loved winter." She sighed. "But then the accident happened, and I was separated from my family..."
Danny was now curious. "What accident?"
Annabelle winced. "My brother and I were playing in the barn when I fell from the loft. Then I woke up in a field not too far from here...that's all I remember. I've been trying to figure out why I'm here and not in Kansas."
Danny could feel a rush of sympathy. "Um...I'm not sure how to say this but...you're a ghost."
Annabelle stared at him. "A ghost? That can't be...oh, yes it can." She flopped down in the snow. "I did take a nasty fall...but why aren't I, you know..."
Danny thought for a moment. "Well, is there some unfinished business you left behind?"
Annabelle thought for a moment. "Just my little brother. I told him I'd always be there...wait. Does this mean I have to do see my brother and tell him I'll always be there for him?"
Danny nodded. "Seems like it."
Annabelle wrinkled her nose. "Isn't that, like, played out?"
Danny smothered a laugh. "Yeah, I suppose. But that's the only way you'll move on."
She nodded. "It'll be nice to see my family again. Thanks. Hey, I never caught your name."
Danny smiled. "I'm Danny." Annabelle grinned. "Nice meeting you Danny. Maybe I'll see you again." With that, she disappeared.
Danny looked at the spot the girl vacated. He smiled softly. "I hope so."
He couldn't wait to tell Tucker and Sam he helped someone move on.