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WHISTLING SHADE |
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By the Lakeby Scott Hotaling
It stuck with me like a parasite eating away at the daylight. Her shadow swam naked across the lake each morning when I arrived. At first, I tried to ignore it. Speaking with ghosts was never my thing. After a couple days and several nightmares, I started listening. I suspected she was trying to say she forgave me, but being dead really limited her vocabulary. I could still smell her hair, or maybe it was just the stink of burying myself in regret. Either way, she was gone and I couldn't stop trying to join her. If I close my eyes and dive in, maybe she'll kiss me again. I'll carry her to the shore and breathe life back into her heart. We'll have a dog and two cats and she'll teach our kids how to swim. She would have liked that. I never learned how to swim. I think it's a little late for that now.
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