Where are the Ghosts?

Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock. August was buried in the coats, snow shovels, and boxes of Halloween decorations that occupied his closet. The knocking was coming from somewhere in the house. August told himself he didn’t know what it was. He told himself that this moment in time was part of a continuum and he would… Continue reading Where are the Ghosts?


The Market

I went to the market I didn’t consider it much They had lots of fruits I didn’t have time to see   I didn’t consider it much I was very sleepy I looked around for something I couldn’t remember what it was   I was very sleepy There was a danger somewhere I couldn’t remember… Continue reading The Market