Late Interactions

She finally succeeds in getting her mother’s soul behind the mirror.

Twilight is setting in, just as it was …. all those years ago. The haze is almost the same …as it was then. It refuses to clear off, even in broad daylight.

The temperature in the room drops and there’s a stench like that of burning rubber. It’s an indication of paranormal activity in the space.

“Won’t you tell me the secret, Mom? Who was my father? It matters to me.”

“Yes. I’ve travelled all the way to tell you that. But first tell me, why did you commit suicide?”

1 October 2021