More ghosts -

So they say -

Than anywhere.

And heels

Clicking behind me.

I’m sure.

My heels?

I’ll not look.

There’s The Bell.

Even after drink,

Too much drink,

Even at this early hour

Of lonely shadows

I remember something as it nears.

Some tale.

Something.

Nothing.

A coaching inn.

A haunting.

A story.

But I won’t look

Or even glance.

Just a pub.

Click.

I hasten,

Ever so slightly.

There is someone behind me.

I will not look.

I have no fear.

Click.

There are people ahead

On Irongate.

Like me,

They have no fear.

I turn.

Just to check.

There is no-one.

 

©2006 E. Walker.  Reproduced with permission of the author.