Tag: short-story
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The Ambiguous Ghost
The ghost is not fully formed. The possibility of it is there. I sense it before I see anything. Not a presence exactly. More of a shift. The room feels slightly less empty than it should. The light holds longer in the corners. The air pauses, as if waiting to be noticed. When I look,…
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The Party
It was almost exactly a year ago. We had just reconnected after a few weeks apart.The distance came from another party.A rupture.One where he had been inappropriate with another woman in front of me. Still, I was hopeful. It was his younger daughter’s party.I arrived early, at his house first. A small pre-gathering before the…
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The Frosted Glass Kiosk.
The kiosk was made of frosted glass. You could see the outline of the person inside.A shape moving.Hands arranging something.A silhouette leaning forward when someone approached. From the outside, it felt safe.Contained.Orderly. She worked inside it. People came up to the small opening at the counter.Ordered what they needed.Exchanged a few polite words.Moved on. She…
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