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Not That Kind of Ghost
What I really wanted to do was to tell my mother that she’d been wrong about me. I was early for my own funeral. I spent the night before in the crematorium, trying and failing to knock the silk flowers out of their pots, and I was waiting beside the priest the next day to greet the congregation as they arrived. To each one he said; ‘Thank you for coming. Family in the front two pews, please.’ I said things like; ‘Pretend to cry, you old fraud – I know you’re only here for the food’ and ‘Black makes you look old, you know that?’ The last person in before they shut the doors was a dark haired y...
The Lilacs at Pine Wood Cemetery
The hint of lilac comes in through the window waking Jack from sleep. It is still dark and he turns to look at the clock. 6:36、 With an exasperated huff he turns over onto his back. An old man stands at the foot of his bed. The man’s hands shake the sloped mahogany foot of the bed. He shouts but a ringing noisewww.onedoor.cc covers the sound and Jack cannot make out what the man is yelling. He stares, wide-eyed and unable to move. This is sleep paralysis. A hallucination, he thinks to himself, trying to wiggle his toes to wake his body from sleep. This isn't real. Jack feels a heaviness on his chest li...
Chasing Moonbeams
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat,” the persistent voice faintly echoed. It sounded like a foreign language. Could be Yiddish or Gibberish, hell if I knew. I only knew that I felt wet. I tried to wipe the dripping liquid from my brow, but my left arm was.. numb. I couldn’t lift my arm. I concentrated with all my might. I still could not move my arm. I grunted in frustration as my eyes remained closed. I finally managed to decipher the relentless voice, “Ma’am, can you hear me? You’ve been in an accident.”I moaned in despair.“I know that hurts. We’re going to help you fee...
STRUGGLE AHEAD MARCH ON,,, MARCH ON...
Rohini with her son Praveen was waiting to cross the road. A long procession was going on. The leading man with a megaphone on his mouth, was shouting slogans of ‘Struggle Ahead. March on. March on’. The followers behind him endorsed the leader by repeating the words ‘March on – March on’. Praveen was quite amused by their slogan shouting. More than that he was very much impressed by their white and white dress code. All of them were in white dhoti and white shirt, popularly known as ‘Vetti-Chattai.’ He had a great fascination for white dress and it sprang up again. He had been asking his moth...