‘Til death

My mother doesn’t believe me. How I see you at night in that instant before my eyes adjust to the dark. I didn’t open the window. I didn’t move that chair.

“Don’t leave me,” I had begged, graveside. It is just like you, you bastard, to listen this time.


8 responses to “‘Til death

  1. Even ghosts have selective hearing!

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  2. I love the tone and voice in this tale. Your MC’s strong character comes shining through. Great story!

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  3. I loved the voice of the protagonist and the way in which you told the story. The moving chair and open window were a bit spooky.

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  4. That last line! We get the nature of their relationship in so few words.

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  5. That last line is just perfect. And I like the way you used repetition in the MC’s description of how she didn’t move the chair or open the window. Very nicely done. 🙂

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  6. Haha, be careful what you wish for 🙂

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  7. The voice in this piece is splendid! ❤

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  8. The tone of this is fantastic. It’s exactly what grief feels like.

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