No one wants you here.
He sank into the drapes, touching his disheveled beard, cheap suit, with sudden awareness.
They thought you wouldn't come.
Her white dress swept the dance floor, eyes avoiding him.
She only invited you because she felt she had to.
The voices were right this time.
The prompt was feast, and I just had to go with the phrase ghost at the feast - the one person no one wants there, but is. I was very tempted by the man who turns up once a week to feed the local pigeons in a veritable feathered feast, but this won out.
This is my entry to @jayna's Fifty Word writing challenge
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