It’s weird writing something when you don’t know you’re about to write the end of the thing. This might be the end of the ghost story I’m writing. We’ll see. But it seems like the end.
This photograph faded with time, as he told the story to Cricket, as he counted to one hundred, night after night as he himself drifted next to his child, wondering how on earth such a tender thing could continue to survive.
2 thoughts on “The end of a story?”
It is a great ending…. It makes you want more…. excellent!
Thanks, Julie! The story is miles from being finished, but I hope to shape it up and then seek publication.