Without giving any plot points away, here’s a teaser from my eerie tale, The Silver Feather.
Once the sun had gone down and the neighbourhood had cleared of kids and folks heading home from work, Phil walked to the park where he and Libby had so often stopped and chatted on their way home from school. He sat on the swing and let himself rock slowly in the quietness as the cold October breeze made fallen leaves scatter and drift aimlessly across the playground.
A bit like me. I’m just going where the wind takes me. Don’t know what else I can do. Wait for the pain to stop, I suppose. Blinking back tears again, Phil pondered Caitlyn’s words. Talk to her. Seriously! I don’t believe in that stuff. You’re here, and then you’re not. That’s why it hurts so much. She’s gone.
Still, the more he tried to dismiss the idea, the more he began to think maybe he should try it. Okay, Caitlyn. I’ll give your weird therapy a shot. He stood and stretched, then set off at a jog towards the cemetery, which lay just a few blocks away. At least I’m not likely to run into anyone else there at this time of night, he thought wryly.