Silence For the Dead

by Simone St. James

There are days the ghosts are quiet and there are days the ghosts never stop.”

A man fighting for his sanity had the energy only for the simple tasks of his daily life. Friendship was a luxury.

“He went to war to serve his King and country, and he came back not even half a man. No man at all. I’ll never have my legacy now.”

I knew what words he would speak next. I opened my mouth to stop them, not wanting to hear it, not about Creeton or anyone, not from a father. “It would have been better if he’d died,” he said to me, and turned away.

“Besides, money isn’t much if you haven’t got your mind, is it?”