It was a cold winter’s night, and the smoky apparition craved dearly for a smoke.
Her gorgeous lifeless eyes fell upon a red neon sign reading: Tobacco Shop
Passing through the doors, she made her way right to the counter and placed her ruby earring on it.
“My good man, I would like a large packet of phantom cigarettes please and I am willing to exchange my earing for it.”
“We only serve the real deal here, my dear belated ma’am,” The old manager said.
“That is such a rude thing to say, spirits are the real deal too, you know,” Said the offended blue-eyed ghost.
“You can find those in the wine shop next to the apple orchard, ma’am,” The old man said conclusively.
(Phantom cigarettes are an Indian brand of candy cigarettes)
Word Count: 125
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