Crossing The Threshold
The greatroom was full to bursting, ghosts everywhere: playing charades, talking, resting, dancing, darting between clusters of spirits engaged in various means of whiling away time.
A newly-born ghost appeared at the doorway and paused at the chaos. The chaos paused in return, all eyes upon the newcomer.
“Come in, Dearie, and welcome,” Eve, the oldest of them all, beckoned.
The new arrival apprehensively crossed the threshold. The others returned to their various activities.
Eve helped the new ghost settle in. Did she have any questions?
Just one, the young ghost said, voice wavering: “When do they notice you’re gone?”
From Guest Contributor Melissa Ridley Elmes
Melissa is a Virginia native currently living in Missouri in an apartment that delightfully approximates a hobbit-hole. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in Reunion; The Dallas Review Online, Eye to the Telescope, Star*Line, Gyroscope, In Parentheses, and other print and web venues, and her first book of poetry, Arthurian Things: A Collection of Poems, was published by Dark Myth Publications in 2020. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram @MRidleyElmes
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