Dear Old Helen
Nobody could see me but dead people. Even Helen, who was in the priority section of my reaping list, as near as she was to her expiration, couldn't see me.
From her deathbed she watched her children and their children through her bedroom's double doors. Balls bouncing on the floor. Dolls and action figures making weird but cute noises. Adults whispering. Smartphones ringing. Television delivering laughter from comedy. She imagined her grandchildren many years in the future, already teenagers or even young adults. If only she could be there... But with her tired flesh and bones, dear old Helen knew.