Tag: Ghosts
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Isolation in a Madhouse of Grief
His isolation breeds morbid introspection. He is trapped in his own house and he is trapped in his own mind.
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Dreams of S.
You wake with a start. Your heart is racing with fear. You reach across the bed to touch your wife. “Are you okay, honey?” A brief whimper escapes your lips. She’s not there, of course.
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Hoping for a ghostly kick in the rear
It made him laugh, bitterly of course — that his being totally alone was Cosmic Justice, Karma, Payback from ‘God,’ whatever you want to call it.
Mary Saves the Day 