“I can't be in
two places at once.”
Agent Smith,
The Matrix* #quote
Regarding
hashtag placement I've decided to re-hash the hashtaggin' of the word
flashfiction in the blog title but remove the hashtag from the title
of my story. I originally put that there because I thought maybe
someone might use it as a way to search for old stories by title...but I upon reflection I don't think people will use it. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Ghostly
Dreams
The ghost's
moans through the old homes, castles or whatever place they haunt are
not moans at all. The human ear doesn't quite know the sound of a
ghost's snore. Human's also don't know what dreams the spirits have.
Humans may have
wondrous, strange images or circumstances in their dreams. Flying
among the clouds. But a ghost like the Fredrick in the old manor atop
the hill dream of something quite different. The afterlife is a
place of such strangeness, so when the ghosts haunt they come back
down to the living world to sleep and remember. Remember the simplest
of the world. While dead, normal becomes strange, and they happy to
revisit the mundane reality of the living.
Fredrick sleeps
in the manor and dreams all the memories he obtained in life both in
the manor and out. The bright, sunny days and smiling faces of other
people are old wonders he meets again with joy. The memory of walking
to the store with his wife and children while the smells spring move
through the air floods his ghostly dreams. He misses these dreams
when he wakes up back to the world of the afterlife, even though in
that world it is possible to fly in the clouds.
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