ALT Reminiscence The streets are full of ghosts, I think as I enter the room. A ray of golden afternoon light falls through the dirty window, throwing a spotlight onto one of the pictures hanging on the opposite wall. Its extravagant, swirling design pulls me into a memory of inwrought bramble mazes, deep inside the woods. You'd hunt me there after midnight. Nervously, I'd wait for you to catch up by the old linden tree. You'd dive for my pearl and we'd get unhinged, yet entwined in a wet tangle of limbs. The patina of grief had settled onto this past like the cotton-thick dust has settled onto the furniture, here. Outside these walls, the streets are full of ghosts, now. Noble knights have sold their honour for a piece of ghoul candy in a golden wrapper. My mind travels back to the woods, once again. I don't think I'll let it return... © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree