Martin
& Harriet - Alone in the Ether
God, this bed feels so
good at the end of the day. How’s
the ceiling this evening, Martin? Comfortable?
Yes, yes.
I’ve heard it before. So
I may not have a corporeal body. Means
I don’t have the aches and pains you do anymore, Harriet.
So there, ha!
I don’t ache…much.
I hate how it seems to get just a little worse each passing year.
As though finding out you can’t see like you used to, then the
joints start to ache. It’s
crap.
Well darling, I’m
beyond that now, but I still do sympathize.
Bite my arse, Martin.
And do shut up. I’m
going to sleep now. Mind
awfully if I shut off the light?
It doesn’t matter at
all dear. I can see equally well in light or dark.
Yet another bonus to this imposed sentence with you.
Once you’re asleep I seem to blink out.
Just not be anywhere.
Martin,
do you ever meet up with other dead people?
I mean, you can’t be the only one round here.
This house is over a hundred and fifty years old.
It must have ghosts. I
mean, other ghosts.
I haven’t seen or
sensed another soul. Nothing.
No chains, no moans, no rattling doorknobs. Seems I’m the ghost host with the most these days, eh
Harriet.
Some host, dear. No one
can see you or hear you but me. It’s
making me really wonder about my sanity.
I never was one of those spiritualist flakes.
Well, not a
spiritualist flake, at any rate…
Shut up, Martin.
I’m trying to sleep.
Harriet do you realize
how often you tell me to shut up and then ask me another question.
Ok, I’ll try to
refrain from asking questions. You’ll
have to excuse me Darling, it’s just that I’ve never encountered a
ghost. Now I seem to live
with my dead husband. We’ve spent more time talking since you passed, than the
last five years of our marriage.
Harriet?
Yes, Martin.
Do
shut up. |
