Wednesday, 19 May 2010

FORGOTTEN

Fiction: The wing had been closed off so long they’d
forgotten what the ghost looked like. Oh, they remembered
the tales – the hauntings; the curse; the apparition’s peculiarities.
But they had no idea what it looked like – which allowed him to
often join them for tea.


© Anthony North, 2010

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