A Ghost Runs Through It

For me, and I suspect for most writers, stories represent a kind of dark magic. They live, they die, they transform and live again, taking on new shapes as easily as smoke filling a jar. As the person responsible for bringing a story to life, it's amazing to simply stand back and watch it move through the world on its own wings.

"Salt in the Dark River" is a ghost story I wrote five years ago, as a submission for a writing contest on Inkitt. It didn't win. In fact it didn't do much at all...