Something is wrong with Uncle. His door is closed, and his door is never closed. Up on the third floor of the house, just past the second landing stairs where anyone going to their room has to pass by, his door is always open, even when he’s sleeping. Uncle likes to sit in a chair…Continue Reading “Uncle, Who is Hungry”
When I hear the knock on the door, I know it’s Sunday. He only comes on Sundays and he’s the only one who ever comes around. Not that I’ve ever asked him to. I stay seated in my chair for a few minutes. Maybe he’ll give up and the knocking will stop. He never does…Continue Reading “God Only Visits on Sunday”
When I get back from their funeral, Mom and Dad are in the kitchen. Dad is at the table, reading the newspaper. Mom is making coffee. They aren’t talking. Doing what they did every day for years, for decades. Just doing what they do. Just like always. They died a week from each other, barely…Continue Reading “Clockwork Ghost Routines”
It is getting harder for her to hear me. Sometimes I shout and roar with all my might, just so Rebecca will pay attention. I stamp my hooves and clap my great woolly paws together. I dance and caper and throw petals from magnificent flowers that only bloom in the light of midnight moonlight when…Continue Reading “Real Friends”
Charlotte doesn’t know what to do with the Egg. No matter where she puts the device, it feels out of place in their new apartment. On the dining table, it’s obtrusive and doesn’t match her china. On the mantle, it looms over the whole room. When she tries placing it on her bedside table, she…Continue Reading “The Egg”