#vss365 They met every Sunday for croquet, though lately the lawn seemed terribly neglected. Passers-by never stopped. Even the groundskeeper ignored them. “Perhaps they cannot hear us,” Arthur said. “Hardly surprising,” his partner replied. “We tread lightly in these new #sneakers.” #GhostStory

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Happy to reveal that one of my witchy short stories will appear in Curses and Crystals, an R-Rated anthology from Dragon Soul Press at the end of November Print and eBook will be available. Subscribe to my newsletter for updates (link in bio) #Edvane #Witches

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#FromOneLine 432 My grandfather's walking stick decided that being held by a human hand was terribly old-fashioned. With a clack-tip-tap, it skipped out the door & down the lane. It gave a playful poke to a heap of crunchy autumn leaves & inclined itself politely to a bewildered squirrel.

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When I visit him on Sundays, it’s our day, just us. We still manage to go for our walks after Sunday dinner, the fresh breeze in our hair. We don’t walk as far now, but we still collect conkers as we go, he knocks the branches with his stick and we laugh as they rain down on us.

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My grandfather’s walking stick Is still there, in the corner Of his old bedroom His worn down sneakers Are still there, in his wardrobe Everything is as it’s always been Except he’s no longer there Only his ghost is still Shuffling down the corridor #FromOneLine 432 #vss365 #poem #poetry

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