Shadow of a Ghost

The lace in the window of the old woman’s house sticks to a frozen window.

She used to say she never cried for ghosts, but maybe she should. Death is just a separation. She said she pitied the living more because their grief carried her away. But what of the dead? Would it not be worse for those who loose every connection they had than for those who only lost one?

“Any ghost that doesn’t move on to his or her reward is a fool,” she used to say.

Did she move on? The curtains move in a cold breeze.

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