Ripple Effect
a very short story She didn’t believe in ghosts. At least not in the say ‘boo’,
spirit without a body, walk through walls type way. She believed in flashbacks
and nostalgia, that trauma could be passed down through generations. She saw
her father’s father’s father every time her parents argued. Thuds and echoes of
anger ricocheting off the walls, penetrating the door as she lay on...