GHOST LETTER 19

Image by Christine Renney I follow the other travellers across the car park and toward the rest area. They reach the doors and they push their way through. But I stop and hover in front of the entrance, where people step around me, hardly noticing I am there they are so intent on getting inside.

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Image by Mark Renney He hadn’t been struck immediately by the uncanny resemblance with that other place. Not as they pulled into the driveway nor as they climbed from the car and the old man ushered them into the chalet at the far end of the row, the one closest to the house, his office.

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