Jane made a wish that was big as the stars, on the day that the Golmyrie passed by her town. The wish was for Father to make it back whole, and Jimmie and Ted too (if God would be kind). Jane’s wish never came. But the Golmyrie did.
“You have won a luxurious casket with a choice of satin interior lining; solid Mahogany construction in a polished natural finish with elegantly rounded corners. It comes with brushed bronze handles and a matching pillow. But that’s not all; you will also enjoy a prime site in the Restland cemetery.”
I cried, “Why didn’t they listen years ago when she said it was in her lungs?”
“Woman hush – I am the radiologist and it’s normal.”
His words, like dung, running downstream to pollute the water of life.
The stinging rain came in where the old wooden roof had blown away years ago on the ancient ruins of the castle on the hill. George the ghost lived here, where he performed his job of protecting his wife and children and giving them a happy home. At the beginning of every year, the wind was fierce and the air icy cold inside the castle.