The Caraway Lush

[myrueme]

This is the thirteenth story in my collection.

Tucked away from the door I roll my tongue on vowels and wait for her to knock.  I mean, open the door.  Or come to the window.  Anything.  I'm the one who knocked.  My eyes are burning from the sunlight because her front door is stark white.  I repeat what I'm going to say, like some high school

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[myrueme]

At first I was going to write it kind of detached, but then decided to fully embrace my melodramatic side-- glad it seemed to work. Thanks for reading! I know it ain't short.

[myrueme]

Ha, a story's never finished just abandoned, right?

[myrueme]

For Chelsea, a fellow fan of ghost hunters.