ancient music rings out through the building, raising goosebumps on my neck. stop a moment, and listen as the harmony boldly fills the air. the conductor drops his arm, concludes the piece and the audience stands.
Flash Fiction July, 28 The walls have ghosts, it's the first thing she notices when she moves in. The manor is square, all clean sharp lines and matching geometry. Symmetry, to the point that if a light in the west wing flickers a light in the east. The walls talk, she's sure of it, and… Continue reading Wanderings