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started up again.
“It was because she cheated on their father. Good for her, life is too short not to do what makes you happy. Remember that, Regina. Too short.
“So I urged him to talk to his mother again, meet the guy, give her a chance. And eventually he did. He told me he was going off to meet them and I remember being at the apartment when he returned. God he looked exhausted. So much so I had to ask, which I normally wouldn’t do. Guys don’t talk about things, you know?
“How did it go?’ ‘Oh fine, fine. The guy was actually not bad’
“But Matt still looked like something had happened. So I asked again. Matt’s voice was distant as if he was making sense of something when he said, “He had a daughter that was dead.’
“You know I’m still at the age where I can’t respond to that better than, ‘oh, I’m sorry.’ So that’s what I said then, too.
“Matt just looked at me and asked me if I remembered that Ghost in the Glass game. He said he heard a voice and that’s why he refused to play. The voice was of a little girl and she told him, ‘I’ll be your sister one day.’
“I was somehow mature enough not to laugh and start teasing him when he added, ‘he showed me a picture of her. I remember playing with her.’
“Matt got weird after that and eventually we went our own ways and I knew he thought maybe the little girl had caused his parents’ divorce. But he saw his mother was happy now.”
John Cahill laughed, “That’s the kind of ghost story I like. The kind that says there are ghosts who stick around to make life better for people.” With that he swung off Regina’s desk without another word and left her classroom.
Regina sighed and listened as his footsteps disappeared down the hallway. She noticed red and blue lights flashing outside her classroom window and her soul sunk. She could only imagine what horror had beset Church Hill again. At least, she thought, with cops on the scene she wouldn’t have to clutch her mace on the way to her car.
She packed up her things, turned off the lights and looked back at her classroom, now only illuminated by the flashing lights. She hadn’t heard the sirens when they had arrived. Perhaps the police felt it was unnecessary, wasn’t like it wasn’t a tune that was overplayed in that area.
She walked towards her car and kept eyeballing the scene of a body bag being raised up on the gurney and shoved into the back of an ambulance. She saw her principal wave to her with a look of sadness in her eyes.
Not one of the students, Regina begged and walked quickly over to her principal, eyebrows raised and asking her to break it to her gently. The wind whipped against her and she almost lost her balance before she reached the principal.
“They found him stabbed.” The principal said. “Mr. Cahill.”
“Mr. Cahill found who?”
The principal shook her head. It was Superintended John Cahill who had been stabbed. It was his body shoved into the back of the ambulance.
“But I was just talking to him.”
THE END.
THE BONES
-A tale of the Hatchback Woman-
She buried it.
Jeff Simms stood and watched from his window. He couldn’t help it. A pretty woman stepped out of a beat up red car and started bending over. Jeff was an old man but he wasn’t dead yet.
He was so old, a young woman like her would know there was nothing he could do but stare. Might even appreciate that her beauty transcends generations. Maybe she would think of him as a creepy old man or get down on herself for only being attractive to senile old men, but Jeff didn’t think that she should feel either. Hers was a classic beauty.
Her blonde hair bounced from shoulder to shoulder as she looked around. Whatever was in the small bag she buried wasn’t something she wanted people to find. Jeff wondered if she suffered from incontinence as he did. He imagined her on the move, long trip from somewhere and not being able to stop. So she fishes out a
“It was because she cheated on their father. Good for her, life is too short not to do what makes you happy. Remember that, Regina. Too short.
“So I urged him to talk to his mother again, meet the guy, give her a chance. And eventually he did. He told me he was going off to meet them and I remember being at the apartment when he returned. God he looked exhausted. So much so I had to ask, which I normally wouldn’t do. Guys don’t talk about things, you know?
“How did it go?’ ‘Oh fine, fine. The guy was actually not bad’
“But Matt still looked like something had happened. So I asked again. Matt’s voice was distant as if he was making sense of something when he said, “He had a daughter that was dead.’
“You know I’m still at the age where I can’t respond to that better than, ‘oh, I’m sorry.’ So that’s what I said then, too.
“Matt just looked at me and asked me if I remembered that Ghost in the Glass game. He said he heard a voice and that’s why he refused to play. The voice was of a little girl and she told him, ‘I’ll be your sister one day.’
“I was somehow mature enough not to laugh and start teasing him when he added, ‘he showed me a picture of her. I remember playing with her.’
“Matt got weird after that and eventually we went our own ways and I knew he thought maybe the little girl had caused his parents’ divorce. But he saw his mother was happy now.”
John Cahill laughed, “That’s the kind of ghost story I like. The kind that says there are ghosts who stick around to make life better for people.” With that he swung off Regina’s desk without another word and left her classroom.
Regina sighed and listened as his footsteps disappeared down the hallway. She noticed red and blue lights flashing outside her classroom window and her soul sunk. She could only imagine what horror had beset Church Hill again. At least, she thought, with cops on the scene she wouldn’t have to clutch her mace on the way to her car.
She packed up her things, turned off the lights and looked back at her classroom, now only illuminated by the flashing lights. She hadn’t heard the sirens when they had arrived. Perhaps the police felt it was unnecessary, wasn’t like it wasn’t a tune that was overplayed in that area.
She walked towards her car and kept eyeballing the scene of a body bag being raised up on the gurney and shoved into the back of an ambulance. She saw her principal wave to her with a look of sadness in her eyes.
Not one of the students, Regina begged and walked quickly over to her principal, eyebrows raised and asking her to break it to her gently. The wind whipped against her and she almost lost her balance before she reached the principal.
“They found him stabbed.” The principal said. “Mr. Cahill.”
“Mr. Cahill found who?”
The principal shook her head. It was Superintended John Cahill who had been stabbed. It was his body shoved into the back of the ambulance.
“But I was just talking to him.”
THE END.
THE BONES
-A tale of the Hatchback Woman-
She buried it.
Jeff Simms stood and watched from his window. He couldn’t help it. A pretty woman stepped out of a beat up red car and started bending over. Jeff was an old man but he wasn’t dead yet.
He was so old, a young woman like her would know there was nothing he could do but stare. Might even appreciate that her beauty transcends generations. Maybe she would think of him as a creepy old man or get down on herself for only being attractive to senile old men, but Jeff didn’t think that she should feel either. Hers was a classic beauty.
Her blonde hair bounced from shoulder to shoulder as she looked around. Whatever was in the small bag she buried wasn’t something she wanted people to find. Jeff wondered if she suffered from incontinence as he did. He imagined her on the move, long trip from somewhere and not being able to stop. So she fishes out a
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