3097. The spirit of grandma © Bruce Goodman 26 January 2025

Karyn had this strange feeling that someone else was inhabiting her body. It was possibly the spirit of her late grandmother. Karyn found herself more and more saying things and doing things that her grandmother would’ve said and done. Take for example how Karyn would say “My, my, is that so?” It could have come out of her grandmother’s mouth. It had the same intonation and everything. Karyn never would have said anything like that. Then there was the way the laces on her boots were tied. Her boot laces were always threaded round and round. For no reason at all she began threading them crisscross the way her grandmother used to do it. Now it was raining and cold. Karyn wrapped her cardigan around her as if she was her grandmother. In fact, she was her grandmother. Looking at the clock in the street outside the Post Officer it was one o’clock after midnight. She had been kicked out of the night shelter. Karyn had to find a place for both of them to sleep. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story