Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep
Where memory meets the page, one moment at a time.
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Two-wheel traveller, occasional worker, and quiet recorder of old moments. Writing vignettes, short pieces, and poetry about past lives, daily routines, and the space between memory and place.
Tag: short-story
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“Are you Harry?”
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Right on cue, the parrot screeched. Somewhere out in the main corridor, a designer laughed.
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Soon after, the train arrived. An emerging shape in the whiteness, slow and deliberate, like a creature pushing its way out of a snowdrift. The front was plastered in ice, snow packed into every crevice, the sides streaked white as if it had been travelling through a blizzard for hours. I was stunned. It didn’t…