his black shadow covering the walls of the little white room.
The old man lay still. I tricked him 4 times -
he thought to himself -but he will get me at last.
His soul was tired. I have seen the sun set over
the hills, I have seen my kids rise, I have seen their kids shine,
I have seen the newborn, she had strength in her.
My soul will live in them, he thought.
Locaha spread his wings and whispered into his ears.
His lips moved but the words came out all tangled up.
You may take my lips, Locaha, but you will not take my words
- he thought. I will speak with my eyes. He opened them.
There was light, and a hand was gently stroking his...
...the ghostgirl stood motionless. She was strong, but even
she could not chase Locaha away this time.
I could make it easier, though - she thought.
I have to get into his soul and tell him he shall
not fight any more. I shall take his soul and hope to
give it to a newborn that will grow under my heart.
She closed her eyes, and a hand was gently holding hers...
To my grandpa, whom I will always miss and keep in my heart.
*For reference see: Terry Pratchett: Nation
(a moving novel of change, rite of passage, strength
and our ability to build a new life -
also highly recommended for all who deal with post traumatic stress)
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