(Written for Friday Fictioneers – 100 word story)
Laila O’Henry twitched under her musty uniform.
Kings had come and gone, but she remained confined to a man’s job. Nobody did a double take anymore to see a female palace guard. Unnoticed, she watched the world change. The quaint city port had metamorphosed into a bustling attraction. Towering castles replaced by imposing buildings. Dreams devoured by ambitions.
And yet the water glistened as of yore and birds chirped the same songs.
But nothing like a bright sunny day, she thought. The caramel light went through her, spreading its warmth. So much better than the cold lifeless nights in a box.
Laila O’Henry was, after all, a different sort of ghost. The one you saw only by day.