The rug was dirty and hadn’t been swept in years. Why did this suddenly bother her? It is not like she hadn’t walked on it a thousand times before. Somehow this time it was different. She reached down to pick the old thing up
Ghosts to me are not the spirits of the dead that have come back to haunt us, but rather the echos of choices in the past we should have made. Should I have turned on this road? Maybe I should have passed on that job.