Hannon was the last man to die on the last day of the battle. It was most unfortunate for he stuck his head out just as the last shell arrived and there only remained a small red stain on the concrete on which he had been standing.
As he had literally been scattered to the four winds death bypassed his soul and his ghost was all that remained and found itself stuck inside what was left of the building they had all been sheltering in.
So, his life was indeed bleak, no prospect of change as far as he could tell and when the storms blew in, he felt the cold as never before, he hated being wet as he didn’t think ghosts felt anything or got themselves wet. His non-life was full of revelations he told himself as another visitor stubbed his cigarette out on the window ledge where he was sitting.
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The world may fear ghosts, or envy their freedom. But I guess they feel restricted by the lack of a body, to make an impact.
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It makes you wonder, doesn’t it?
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Certainly!
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Thank tou for sharing Michael’s post 🙂
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Thank you.
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My pleasure.
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