Saturday, September 17, 2016
Conversation, not ordinary
-Then you're a...ghost, then?
-Yes.
-Haunt?
-Nothing like. I stayed because I
like it here.
-What's my role in connection to...?
-Not a thing. Oh would be nice if on
your walk you said “Look at that!
Isn't it pretty?”
-As to, like, sunset?
-Right! I've seen millions and they're
still pretty.
-Are...others around. Other Ghosts?
-Scores! But you see only me.
-Forever?
-One day you won't.
-Why is that?
-You'll die.
-Join your ranks?
-If wished. Only then.
-Some want nothing? Less?
-You’re making your mind up
about that every day.
-Too heavy for me. Let’s stick
with sunsets.
-Up to you.
Labels: conversation with ghost, ghost, hereafter, sunset, values
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Language in the Park
Mr Bellsome always chooses the bench next to the
spready oak. You can be mostly alone to see
the light before evening.
Mrs Travis happens along, and he informs her that
"The Light is beautiful!"
"Beautiful I don't know. Pretty I'd go for."
"Pretty!" he tells Light when she’s gone. "I've always hated that word. It's like half a word."
“What can you do?” wearies Light.
Mrs Travis hears Mr Bellsome’s voice, and hurries
along the dirt and bark path.
"In my family," she whispers, "we don’t talk to nothing!"
Labels: language, point of view, sunset
