The longer I stay here, the less I remember about my other life. Sadly that includes my children, the loves of my life. I also remember the pain less. I’m free from the restrictions the disease causes. I can walk, I can feel, I can simply be. The very air smells sweeter, the stars brighter, … Continue reading Oblivion
Tag: ghosts
At the top of the stairs
The house, settling like an aging dowager, arthritic and frail, creaks and trembles. Cold spots materialize in odd corners as air cascades over transoms. Doors shut unbidden behind footfalls echoing down the halls. A staircase leads upward to closed off rooms abandoned to the darkness. Treads groan with each step, slick from generations of use. A … Continue reading At the top of the stairs
Walkabout: cemeteries and lagoons
I took advantage of the beautiful weather to day-trip to Pensacola. While there I went to Bay Bluff Park, an 800-foot wooden boardwalk that runs parallel with a CSX rail line along Escambia Bay. When you're walking it on a hot day, it feels more than 5 miles. Then I headed to Big Lagoon State … Continue reading Walkabout: cemeteries and lagoons
A poor reflection
Being dead didn’t bother her, being invisible did. If she was stuck haunting this dreary dump, she should at least have fun doing it. A few scary faces, some ghostly finger wiggling, a bit of phantasmic levitation... something. She had tried a full-voiced concert of wailing and a few eerie wind noises. Nothing. What did … Continue reading A poor reflection
Thin spiral notebook 