Oct 30 2008
Good-bye, Sister.
His hand passed through his sister’s body, fingers freezing at the ghostly air surrounding her. He gasped, partially out of fear but mostly out of grief. He’d just seen her not even an hour ago. How could she be gone?
Tears welled in his eyes, moments from spilling. The woman smiled at him sadly in a silent good-bye. She reached out, palm forward until they “cupped” his face. Years of a annomosity and anger melted away with the fridged, other-worldly touch.
“I’ll miss you,” he told her, pain shaking his deep voice.
She nodded to him, then bowed her head as though to hide her own tears. He wondered if spirits could feel sadness like a living man. The thought made his chest tighten. He closed his eyes tightly in an attempt to will away the ache.
When he mustered the courage to look at her again, she was already gone.
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