A Pale Undress

I finished my ghost story yesterday evening, shortly before I saw many good friends I hadn't seen in far too long. Today, one airplane and three busses delivered me my lonely apartment in Vancouver. Condensing years of friendships to two weeks is punishment. I hardly knew what to say in the last seventeen days, but truly, I've never wanted to say goodbye less.

But enough sentiment. I called my story A Pale Undress, and its synopsis is: "Be careful what you steal from the graveyard; the graveyard may steal from you." It has been submitted in duplicate, polished as best I could in my free time.

I wrote myself a note and I stuck it on the wall in a place where I will see it every day.