Poetry and Fiction/Jan Darrow
Friday, August 20, 2021
The Ghosts
The ghosts had gathered in an empty hall near the river then drifted
like clouds above the trees. They sang summer songs. And
when the earth started to tilt, they knew autumn had arrived.
It was time
for a story.
A scary story.
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