Where the Bones Cry Out in the Long Night

“It was cold that last night he came to her.”

Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash

This odd little story, which I don’t think ever found a home when I wrote it, pairs with this week’s Thing a Week discovery. It’s about yearning, and inhabiting someone else’s imagined yearning, and has a lighthouse and a cold sea. Maybe it’s a ghost story? I don’t know — the person who wrote it seems so far in the past …