Once, I had a “writing buddy” – she and I traded advice about books we were writing. No subject was off limits, and I valued her advice. Perhaps you know her: she’s a well-known writer of ghost stories.
Then one day it ended. Out of nowhere, she announced that she wouldn’t be contacting me again. I’ve no idea why, she never said, and these days you can’t ask too persistently, for fear of being accused of harassment.
So she and I became mere ghosts to each other. The other day, I think I caught a glimpse of her shadow, online. Maybe.
Then one day it ended. Out of nowhere, she announced that she wouldn’t be contacting me again. I’ve no idea why, she never said, and these days you can’t ask too persistently, for fear of being accused of harassment.
So she and I became mere ghosts to each other. The other day, I think I caught a glimpse of her shadow, online. Maybe.
