Ghost Story
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The Ghost I Inherited
Rat Bag: I inherited a ghost with my fourth-floor walk-up studio. She peruses softcore porn in the mornings–the moaning interrupts my new meditation practice. Continue reading
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Always the Bridesmaid
Dusty Attic Publishing: “David! Come my love, everyone is waiting.” Ashley’s voice rang out. Suddenly, hundreds of flickering candles illuminated, casting shadows onto the rows of wedding guests and spotlighting Ashley, her white dress reflecting waves of yellow, orange and… Continue reading
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Consequences of Being My Husband’s Wingman
Micromance: I hover above their candle-lit dinner: his medium-rare filet, her wedge salad. Hope drains from my husband as his date says she’s ready to leave. Austin holds her Uber door open, always a gentleman. The two part ways with… Continue reading
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Mist of Cinnamon and Cloves
The Hoolet’s Nook: I grate a teaspoon of nutmeg into the bowl; preparing Finn’s favourite cake is a rare reprieve from my burden. Winter-fever picks off more villagers daily, snuffing them like Mass candles after the Saints are beseeched. Continue reading
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From The Darkest Storms
The Lit Nerds: I blow a chilly draft through my sister’s fingers, prompting her to drop her crochet hook and stoke the fire. A storm like this could knock the power out for days. I float into the kitchen and… Continue reading
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In The Widow’s Garden
Sky Island Journal: My hairdresser’s matchmaking. Her electrician this time. Continue reading
Christy Hartman 