Under the warm morning sun, Miss Lim stood by her banana tree. It was not the same tree she bought 10 years ago, because it is replaced by a young shoot every year. No matter, the spirit of her tree has served her well. Each time she sticks the needle into its red flower, and tie the end of the red string to her big toe, he had come, in the dead of the night.
Miss Lim has never seen his face. They always made passionate love in the dark cover of night. All she knew of him was the touch of his hard body, and the earthy smell of his mouth.
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Over the rusty fence, her friend Candy, whose backyard joined hers, was hanging up her washing.
"Hi, Candy. Your garden looks like it needs some loving care." She said, casting a proud glance at her own which was immaculate, and of course where the prize tree stood.
She moved nearer to the huge banana tree and put her hand on the red flower. "This tree has saved my life," she said, more to herself than to Candy.
"Don't worry, Miss Lim. I have a man coming in tomorrow, to take care of the garden. Sorry, it has been neglected, but you know what it's like to hold down a full time job." "He's from the garden center, and you might even know him."
With that Candy went back inside, leaving Miss Lim scratching her grey head and thinking.
YOU ARE READING
Banana
Short StoryA short story based on a true ghost story only told in Borneo. A middle age woman starts a relationship with a young man she believes is the banana ghost. Many people have tried it, and the banana man has indeed appeared to many lonely women.
