Limelight

I was watching the sunset with the ghost of Charlie Chaplin.

Chaplin said, “I never get tired of seeing the sun go down.”

I said, “I think if you weren’t here, I’d be inside, surfing the internet.”

Chaplin said, “What’s the internet?”

I said, “It allows you to read and look at things with a backlight.”

Chaplin, “Kind of like a movie for books?”

I said, “Not necessarily.”

Chaplin said, “You look sad.”

I said, “I’d rather want to watch the sun go down.”

Chaplin put his arm around me. We watched the sun fade out on the horizon.