An apparition passed by the window next door as I stood washing my dishes, feeling thoroughly world-weary. Was its presence a warning, or maybe it was attracted to my gloom?
The specter wanted me to notice it because the people chatting and laughing deeper in the room had their backs turned away from the window.
It was a simple act, the ghostly glide before my eyes. No turning, no staring, no creepy tricks about it.
You are here, it implied to me. You are here and you are wasting your life. Look at me, I’m now a shadow and have no chance to act differently, to create a new path.
And perhaps what I thought I saw wasn’t there at all.
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