Once upon a time, there were two little girls, who lived in a house in the middle of the woods with their father. One day, he went into town as usual, and came back with a wife. The wife did not like the daughters; the daughters did not particularly like her either. Still, they made… Continue reading Ghosts in Quicksilver: Interlude One: Nach Vorn
“Jo,” said Will in a low, urgent voice, “check outside the door.” Jo nodded, face drawn and worried - “Did she just nod?” Will asked me, and I rolled my eyes, nodding. “Okay.” Jo vanished through the wall. Gurjas had poofed the moment things had gotten tense, although I couldn’t blame him. Will hadn’t ever… Continue reading Ghosts In Quicksilver: Chapter Ten: The Back and Forth
“Help?” Will’s voice was slurred, and she cleared her throat. “Uh, who is this? Like, great opening, but I just woke up, man.” I closed my eyes, sat down on my spinny chair, and rubbed my temple in frustration. “…Jamal? Jamal Kaye?” “…Yeah, not ringing a bell. Are you a telemarketer?” Wow. I mean, I… Continue reading Ghosts in Quicksilver: Chapter Nine: Once More For Clarity
Whoever was standing in front of me, it wasn’t Mrs. Chaudhury. But as I looked at her, my mind struggling to erase the paradox and reassert some sort of reality, I couldn’t place exactly why I was so certain. Perhaps she had an earpiece in. Perhaps I’d hallucinated the phone call. Perhaps I’d just lost… Continue reading Ghosts in Quicksilver: Chapter Eight: The Stranger
The Civic Hospital emergency room is dressed in beige, white and blue, and the lights above flicker, desperately trying to provide light and warmth to a room that’s absorbed the unhappiness, misery and pain of countless people. Hospitals try so hard to be something other than they are. I can’t fault them. We all do… Continue reading Ghosts in Quicksilver: Chapter Seven: Pretending to be Normal
In the end, I said yes, although if you were to ask me why, I’m not sure I’d have a coherent answer. I supposed ultimately, the threat of running into that woman again scared me more than climbing into a car with two strangers.
"The first thing I noticed about the woman behind me was that her eyes were fixed on me - not the grave I was halfway through digging up. "