Literary Journal - The Muse - Dominican Academy

And I cannot be caught!
Conscience, My Ghost
Lydia Fernandez
Today the most bizarre thing happened.
It was raining very hard. I was walking home holding an umbrella
close to my body. The atmosphere seemed normal, but it was
unusually quiet, too quiet for a typical day in New York City. All of a
sudden I was grabbed by the wrist and pulled into a dark alleyway.
“What is it? What‟s going on?” I shouted into the darkness. In front
of me emerged a white face and I jumped back with a squeak.
“Hi Lydia!” smiled the ghost.
I had my hands in a defensive posture, my umbrella on the ground,
not letting my guard down as I eyed the ghostly figure.
“Hello…who are you?” I asked.
“I‟m you conscience!” the pale figure grinned.
My eyebrows furrowed over my hazel eyes as I stared at the possible
illusion in front of me skeptically.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
The figure took me by the wrist once again and time had seemed to
move by at fast speeds. Colors melted from around me and the
scenery changed to a beautiful meadow surrounded by
technologically advanced buildings. I‟m trapped in the future and
now I don‟t know what to do….