Irene

Never let go—not of memories, of friendship, of dreams, of hope, of love, or of the life you have. That was Irene’s final lesson.

 

This is a story about a recording of a dead boy’s voice, and an homage to the woman who told me the tape existed. This ghostly tale has haunted me for much of my life. You can read it in less than half an hour at The Piltdown Review.

Despite the grim and chilling subject matter, it ends on a very optimistic note.

 

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