Every Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors invites writers (of all shapes and sizes) to submit 8 sentences of a work or work in progress. It is a great way to put yourself out there and to connect with a vibrant and supportive community of other writers. This is my submission.
This piece was written in response to the below photo posted by Spiritual Writers’ Network on FaceBook. These are the first 8 lines.
#8sunday Mar 22, 2015 Ghost
I have not always been a ghost. Once I was Real. But somehow, over the years, I lost the knack of holding myself together.
Each demurral and self-effacement caused the molecules of my being to loosen and become unstuck, until the day I disappeared altogether.
In the early days of my un-being I haunted the rooms of my childhood home in a bewildered fog of disbelief. I desperately held onto the hope that it was just a miserable dream, that I would awaken from it relieved and then I would resolve to do more than merely exist.
But I never woke.
Now l wander, only casting the faintest of shadows, living off fragments of discarded dreams.
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