NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi<p><strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravelingGhost" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelingGhost</span></a> Part 18: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part C</strong></p><p><strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 7/5 Loops 7/9. POST-SIZED snippet (Word: sky)</strong></p><p>The standing sister repeated herself, “You can see me.” This time it was a statement rather than a question. The seated sister remained oblivious to us.</p><p>I studied them again as I decided how to act. They were more than sisters. If they’d stood side by side, I'd not have been able to tell one from the other, except that one wore white and the other mauve.</p><p>I nodded and walked over. “Yes, I see you.”</p><p>The seated sister looked up, lips pursed. “Excuse me? Were you talking to me?”</p><p>The standing one took my arm. “You must help me, please.”</p><p>“I don’t understand,” I said.</p><p>The seated woman’s eyebrows pinched. “Neither do I. Now, please stop bothering us, or I’ll call a steward.”</p><p>“Come, please,” the other woman pulled on my arm and pointed to an unoccupied table. “Let’s talk over there.”</p><p><em>We were barely seated when she began speaking. “I’m Emily Pang, and you might not believe this, but I’m a ghost. That’s me sitting over there. I’m still alive, and I have to warn myself—them. But you think I’m crazy, don’t you? Ghosts, who believes in ghosts? I don’t—didn’t. But it’s true, I’ll be dead in a few days...”</em></p><p>I held up my hand to stop the torrent of words. “I…” </p><p>The woman rushed ahead. “...If you would explain to them. I must save them. Please. It’s crazy, but…”</p><p>“Stop!”</p><p>She shut her mouth with an almost audible snap.</p><p>I kept my hand up while I studied her. She looked to be in her forties. Plain, but with a touch of class that her white linen dress accented. Its long lines made her appear taller, but I guessed she was of mid-height. I couldn’t see her hair because of one of those bucket-like hats popular during the Great Depression. Her <strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/sky" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>sky</span></a></strong>-blue eyes, almost indigo, were her most outstanding feature. </p><p>A steward appeared, perhaps summoned by my raised hand. He gave me an odd look when I ordered Champagne cocktails for the pair of us, but he took the order without comment.</p><p>When he’d left, I spoke. “I believe you. I’m a ghost too. Luminelle Bijou, that’s my name.” I almost blushed remembering Mademoiselle Baker.</p><p>I would have continued, but she launched into speech again, “Then you must have died here too.”</p><p>“Maybe, I don’t know. Actually, I don’t know where here is.”</p><p>“The Hindenburg, May 3rd, 1937, on the 6th I burn to death!”</p><p>The Hindenburg crash. I’d picked a wonderful spot to appear.</p><p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindenburg_disaster" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindenbu</span><span class="invisible">rg_disaster</span></a><br><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TootFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TootFiction</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Serial" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Serial</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMPrompts" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMPrompts</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMTTA" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMTTA</span></a></p>