A short story A Ghostly Visit It was a cold night outside. The only thing moving was the wind. The wind had been screeching and howling all day. It seemed to be there for the night. I laid on the couch reading a book. My loving loyal dog laying beside me. He acted a bit nervous but I thought it was the weather. He was on high alert. He heard something and growled. I thought little of it. I thought it was probably patio furniture, being moved by these strong winds. I was getting ready for bed and I noticed the bracelet my husband bought me was out of place. I thought I must have gotten it out to wear and then changed my mind. So I put it back in its proper place. I laid down, got comfy in my bed. All the lights in the house off except one. I had left it on since my husband had been called away for a mission. I said it would not be turned off until he come home. Except that night, for no apparent reason it went out. I thought the light bulb must need replacing. I got up and went and checked it. But when I got to the switch it was in the off position. I was a little scared by that incident. I couldn’t really explain the reason the light would go off. I went back to bed trying to fall asleep. It was no easy task. I listened to music which always seemed to comfort me. I’m listening to a playlist my husband and I picked out together. Soon I dozed off. I reach over in my slumber and turn the music off. The next morning I was awakened by the phone. It wasn’t ringing. It wasn’t a sound of a text coming through. It was our playlist. How was that even possible? Shaken a little, I tried to focus on my day ahead. I got dressed and went to work. At work my manager could tell something was bothering me. She asked me if I was okay. I told her of the events happening the night before and the music when I woke up. She laughed, she casually said your imagination is running wild. It was Valentine’s Day so of course, people at work were getting flowers. My heart was warmed by the thought of someone loving so much they took the time to buy you flowers.

Fresh Air By Kathleen Tonn The scent of lilacs I walked Towards the haystack. Wind stirred the clover I breathed Nearly falling over. Oxygen rich air Lungs bursting So I dare. Truth not contained I speak No, I will not abstain.