It was late afternoon when Kristen and I left the beach, pushing the kids in the double stroller. We were chatting as we walked across the gravel parking lot by the old church and graveyard. Suddenly we both stopped, halted by the smell of cigarette smoke. "Wow, that’s strong!" we exclaimed at the same time. We looked around. No one was in sight. No cars in the lot, no one walking on the road, no one sitting on the steps to the church, no one visiting the graves. "Where the heck did that come from?"
"Maybe it’s a ghost," I said, half kidding.
"That’s what I thought!" Kristen replied.
We looked at each other.
We walked on.