I wrote my story, “Ghosts” in the deepest, darkest days of the recession while I was still living in California. It’s about a different kind of ghost.
Maybe you know a few like this, people who just disappeared as their homes went under water, as their credit card bills overcame them.
The idea for the story came from a friend. Several people in his neighborhood just vanished. The neighbors didn’t know they were gone until days or weeks after their departure.
We all subsist in our own little worlds.
Until something forces us to break free.
Have you broken free lately?
