A Ghost Story
144 words
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My spouse must have despised me for a very long time, my friend told me, and though I knew she was right, he must have loved her, too. I know it’s healthy or necessary or natural to make an ex dead to you— to deaden old love by insisting on the platonic or by revising them into a villain or by cutting off all contact.
I once wrote in a letter, I have attended your funeral and do not wish to speak to ghosts, feeling a little over the top but also precisely where I should be, yet a few months after that I sent that letter I saw, for the first and only time in my life, a ghost.
In fact I did want to speak to that ghost, but the ghost said nothing. Maybe he knew better. Maybe he read that letter.
The above essay is 144 words, a part of a series explained over here.
Outta sight.