Ghost

As his fiancee returned from his funeral, Arturo held her hand. She had no idea he was there, but he could feel her. Maybe she looked around for him. Maybe she sensed him. He couldn’t tell what she was feeling. Some things don’t change. As she turned on daytime television, he watched her. He’d never… Continue reading Ghost

“Oh John!” “Oh Marsha!”

John and Marsha were sitting on a rowboat, not rowing, just letting the gentle ripples of the pond ease them along. They had nowhere they wanted to go. Everything they wanted was right here. With a breath of night air, John whispered into Marsha’s ready ear, “You matter to me.” Marsha whispered back, “You antimatter… Continue reading “Oh John!” “Oh Marsha!”