"You're a detective?" She practically chewed the word. "As in a private detective?"
"Not many people realize it's a real job. They just see it in the movies." I paused to take a pull of beer.
"And what is it you detect?" Her pale hands fiddled with a napkin.
"The dead, usually. I do old missing persons cases." She straitened.
"That doesn't sound too fun."
"Not usually, but you do meet a lot of interesting people. Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?" In dim bar, I could barely see the knife wound on the ghost girl's throat.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.