Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Jan 20, 2022

Longing 2022


Hardly. Inhuman, yes. My husband Greg and I started the Manapua sushi take-out ten years ago, and together we built it into a viable business. We had two children and life was so good, and we were very happy, very happy. I show up one afternoon at the shop the next thing I know, we can't get in. Greg is standing behind the counter at the cash register; the line is wrapped around the block. He's stressing out, and I'm standing here with the kids, yelling at him to let us in, and he completely ignores us. What the fuck Greg?!

My wife Karmen, and my kids, Serena, Kyle, and Bruce, were killed in a hit-run in the crosswalk right in front of our shop. Some asshole with shit for brains ran into them while driving way over the speed limit. It all happened right at our peak lunch hour. Since then, every day at that same time, Karmen and the kids show up just outside the entrance to the shop, begging me to let them in. I can't, I can't afford to let their ghosts haunt the shop and drive business away. So the best I can do is ignore them. It breaks my heart, but I have to, for the sake of my sanity. I have to.

photo credit: visit mesa

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