bring out your dead
I was driving.
My cell phone rang and I answered it. It was my mother. We spoke as I drove.
She seemed stressed. I asked her if everything was alright. That’s when I heard my grandmother speaking in the background.
My grandmother has been dead for two years now.
I asked again if she was alright. She didn’t answer.
I looked over to my right and my grandmother was sitting next to me.
I screamed and drove into a ditch. I was trying to control the car and myself at the same time. The car finally came to rest and I climbed out.
There was someone, a dark shape, standing in the middle of the road at the edge of the horizon.
And then she was much closer.
I screamed again. Louder this time. Trying to wake myself up.
I was lying on the couch. I must have drifted off.
Suddenly the front door flew open. Violently. Beyond it was blackness. I knew she was there. Somewhere. Coming.
I screamed again.
Then a whimper.
There was no waking up this time.