I gave up following little footprints in the dust long ago. I was bored with finding them on the table, wooden floor and stairs, invisible to everyone but me. I’d started to feel sick each time I felt her fingers flick and pinch my arms or stroke my cheek, and moved to the other side […]
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Little Ghost
Footprints in the dust on the table and the chairs, on wooden floors and stairs are left by little feet, invisible to everyone but me. Fingers pinch and flick my arms, stroke my cheek and, forbidding me to speak, coldly press upon my lips the desiccated taste of dust. Dents and hollows form in pillows […]
writing in north norfolk 