The ghost smokes a cigarette. Behind walls no one can see him. He stays quiet. He was once asked, “Why this lifestyle?”
He gets a phone call in the middle of the night. A wrong number. "Thanks for calling anyway,” he says. His bed is small and wedged between two walls.
A draft wakes him. He feels the presence of something alive and human-like on the other side. “Hello?” he says.
The woman calls the ghost to bed. She opens her blouse. He leans in. All sensation left years before. He hovers silently.
After he died, the ghost was given a pack of cigarettes, an old Nokia, an address written on a Post-it.