Let me set the scene:I’m standing in front of the Doritos like a normal person.I am not a normal person.I am holding a letter that tastes like smoke.I’m about to slide it between Sweet Chili Heat and Cool Ranch.Because that’s where it belongs. Three pages of restrained grief, betrayal under glass.It doesn’t name names.It doesn’t… Continue reading I Am Holding a Letter That Tastes Like Smoke
The envelope’s nothing special.Jane liked it that way. Said Daphne wouldn’t open anything too pretty. Inside? A letter she never meant to send.She wrote it after her seventh visit. Or maybe her seventeenth.There’s a tally sheet. Some angry scribbles.One line just says: “you left.” It’s not sweet.It’s not fair.But it’s honest. I don’t think Jane… Continue reading The Last One She Wrote
Harriet wrote like the sea had taken a bite out of her and never gave it back. She waited for a man who left with a promise and didn’t return with a body. Just silence. Long enough that people stopped asking, long enough that she forgot how to speak his name without choking on it.… Continue reading The One Who Never Let Go
I wasn’t sure I was going to count this one. It’s quiet. A little too soft around the edges. The kind of letter you only write when you’re not sure anyone’s listening. Orren Alderfall showed up like that. A weathered sort of bear. Kind eyes. Heavy shoulders. The kind of creature who’s been holding his… Continue reading I left something behind again. A little more of me, I think.
Little Ghost Post 