
SARAH W. by T.S.J. Harling
There is not yet a ghost in this place, but there will be. A long time ago there was a school, then another school, and then different offices. I lived in a house with an upstairs and a downstairs, a basement and an attic. We were a family. I was a girl. This is what I remember, not what I imagine. Although nothing can be verified without a living body, here with me, to speak and either object or affirm. Then, I was always in an act. Of laughing, talking, dancing. There were others around me, other girls, and we…