Cold Tea and Ghosts

The tea and toast were stone-cold, but she didn’t notice. How could she, when he was there? His shadow wavered in the evening gloom, flickering against the striped wallpaper of the parlor. Jane sat, transfixed by the movement near the window. Her skin had broken out in goose flesh as the eerie phantom danced in […]


The tarmac glistened under the afternoon sun. She could see heat radiating from the ground, a distinct shimmer rising from the blacktop making the world seem shiny and unreal. From her window, Jane saw workers scurrying about with last minute preparations for takeoff. Out there, standing at one of those distant windows, Tom stood, waving […]