Martin & Harriet - Alone in the Ether
God, this bed feels so
good at the end of the day. Howís
the ceiling this evening, Martin? Comfortable?
Iíve heard it before. So
I may not have a corporeal body. Means
I donít have the aches and pains you do anymore, Harriet.
So there, ha!
I donít acheÖmuch.
I hate how it seems to get just a little worse each passing year.
As though finding out you canít see like you used to, then the
joints start to ache. Itís
Well darling, Iím
beyond that now, but I still do sympathize.
Bite my arse, Martin.
And do shut up. Iím
going to sleep now. Mind
awfully if I shut off the light?
It doesnít matter at
all dear. I can see equally well in light or dark.
Yet another bonus to this imposed sentence with you.
Once youíre asleep I seem to blink out.
Just not be anywhere.
do you ever meet up with other dead people?
I mean, you canít 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 havenít seen or
sensed another soul. Nothing.
No chains, no moans, no rattling doorknobs. Seems Iím the ghost host with the most these days, eh
Some host, dear. No one
can see you or hear you but me. Itís
making me really wonder about my sanity.
I never was one of those spiritualist flakes.
Well, not a
spiritualist flake, at any rateÖ
Shut up, Martin.
Iím trying to sleep.
Harriet do you realize
how often you tell me to shut up and then ask me another question.
Ok, Iíll try to
refrain from asking questions. Youíll
have to excuse me Darling, itís just that Iíve never encountered a
ghost. Now I seem to live
with my dead husband. Weíve spent more time talking since you passed, than the
last five years of our marriage.
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