Dusk had fallen. Grass on the curb along the sidewalk danced in a light breeze. Behind a fence, a chunky African American noisily scrubbed his barbecue grill.
A squinting Shibu Inu slowly trudged behind its owner, an unsmiling old maid with artificially colored blonde hair cut in Doris Day style. The wind blew through the woman's little red jacket, fluffing her starchy tan slacks.
"We make quite a couple, don't we, Bear?" she muttered to the dog. "You go ninety percent blind with your glaucoma, me with my arthritis..."
The dog suddenly stopped, growling in the direction of the curb. The woman stared in that direction, but could see no cause for the disturbance. Nobody stood around the houses in that direction, nobody coming down the adjacent blocks. She didn't even see a car. And the barbecue guy stood *behind her.
She shook her head, tugging the mutt forward.
The dog wouldn't budge, now baring its teeth and snarling...at air. It barked.
"Oh you silly thing! You can barely see anything, what are you getting all worked up about?"
The man with the barbecue grill let out a horrified scream, and suddenly vanished.
Moments later, so did the woman.
The dog remained, snarling and barking at air.
(I stopped here because my ghostbusters concept was to `spin off' into a Kansas City franchise with a couple recognizable characters. I tried this once before at Fanfiction.net, but people didn't seem to like it).
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