writings by Kristen E. Nelson
drawings by Noah Saterstrom
Ghosty’s Last Missive
The ending began with the Christmas card I got from you and your wife and your dog two years ago. You were almost a ghosty. Your shell was shrinking. Your wife was wide and short. You were wearing a black sweat suit and a Santa hat. Your couch was covered with stuffed animals. There was a ghost coming into the picture from the left. The kind of black smudge that paranormal TV shows use as evidence. I got your message. The darkness creeping in and my last chance.
I visited you that Christmas. You cried. You invited me back last Christmas. I did not come. Your wife invited me to watch you die in February. I came.