Himself

by Jess Kidd

The dead are drawn to the confused and the unwritten, the damaged and the fractured, to those with big cracks and gaps in their tales, which the dead just yearn to fill. For the dead have secondhand stories to share with you, if you’d only let them get a foot in the door. But the dead can watch. And they can wait.

“Those we have lost return to us in their own time.”