A Slow Start

“In three strides, it was gone.  A pale form that one must call ‘ghostly’ even without the belief of any such thing.  The supernatural? Paranormal?  Things beyond the ‘ordinary’; how could there be such a thing?  How, better to ask, could such a thing exist here?  Here where nothing of import happened, here where the bounds of reality were felt so strongly as to strangle.


And yet.  The eyes had lied, or the mind had, and the heart could not tell the difference to decide which was true.”

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