‘No, not really.’
‘Me either,’ I say, dragging my finger through the water pooling on the sill. ‘Still, it’s weird, isn’t it?’
‘What?’
‘Well, like, I don’t think I’ve been here long. But on the other hand I can’t remember ever not being here… So I don’t know.’
‘I remember singing.’
‘Singing?’ I consider for a moment. Light dawns. ‘Oh yeah, singing. And, like, a lady?’
‘Yeah. In blue? Or was it purple?’
I screw up my face. ‘Purple, I think. I seem to remember purple.’
‘And, were there other people?’
‘Hmmm. You know, I think there might have been. Like, I was here with someone else, and then I heard the singing, and then…’ But I can’t remember anything else except a blur of white light and singing. I definitely remember the singing.
‘It was raining then, too.’
‘It was?’
‘Yeah. My… mum?’ He pauses…
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A lovely ghost story, Sue.
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