Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

The dead are not so very far away when you really need them; they’re just on the other side of an invisible wall. Grief is only ever yours and so is guilt. It’s not something you can share.

She’s traveled a quarter of a century through time and space to remind me who I was then and tell me who I must be now. Some people are ghosts before they are dead.

History is a mirror and we’re all just older versions of ourselves; children disguised as adults.

Some people appear happy on the outside and you only know they’re broken inside if you listen as well as look.