Monday, January 25, 2010


The man or woman, the ghostly figure he saw cross the yard that night and so many nights, through their glass door as the television shone upon his face, he thought had to be the reflection of something that was crossing the screen of the television, yet there was never anything approximating that movement there, so he was left with the ghost, and the thought of the ghost, occasionally crossing his yard, from right to left, possibly all through the night, even as it disappeared each time half-way across the yard, which had become wet with the melted snow under the day's heavy rain.

1 comment:

jem said...

There are layers to peel away in this, and still I'm not sure we come close to the truth.