Thursday, May 15, 2014

The Torturous Existence Of A Garrulous Ghost


Not content to sit in a corner and mutter to himself, he made the rounds of the old place, muttering to each and everyone he could see. 

Not a one of them could see him though, and all his muttering sounded for all the world like a slight breeze ruffling leaves.

Which made him feel ever more alone.

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