The kid stood looking out to sea. It was safer that way. Behind him lay reality. But it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Why her? All he knew was that it was going to happen. Soon. Maybe he should tell his dad.
Sure, his dad. What had he said again? Ghosts don’t exist, you’re dreaming. Go back to bed.
Just like all the others.
Truth was, he was on his own. And he was scared. Not like at the fairground that passed through the village each summer. Worse than that. He couldn’t jump off this ride.
So he let his thoughts surf the wave tops and watched them come crashing down.
They were just stories.
Until they weren’t.
This way of light 