Glass-and-Sand

Futile musings of an old ghost

Tag: possessed

  • Possessed

    Possessed

    I don’t know how we met, one night, in a dream. At first I couldn’t hear her voice, then I somehow tuned in, as if the voice was coming from far away. May be it was. The young girl turned to me and, with a plaintive expression on her face, said, “The fate of the…