THE HALLWAY

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

It calls to me.

Green lights the way.

Doors open and close.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

Step by painstaking step.

I peer into a room.

A bed in an empty room.

The next room holds a wheelchair.

It turns.

Empty.

A green light glows.

From the room ahead.

Sounds of voices.

I move closer.

Until I can see inside.

Surgery is being performed.

On a skeleton.

By smiling people.

People who fade in and out.

Ghosts.

Time for me to leave.

I’m on the bed.

The ghosts are looking down.

At me.

Too late.

THE INN

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I hear voices from inside.

Laughter and cheering.

Clinking of glasses.

Sailing forth on

the silence of the night.

I hasten my steps.

I open the heavy door

and peer inside.

An empty room faces me.

No one in sight.

I step inside.

I can hear the voices.

The laughter.

I squint through the darkness.

A light shines on the tables,

where figures are drinking.

Transparent forms of people,

who once inhabited this inn.

They will laugh and be merry

until the end of time.

I raise my glass to them.