Settling the Past Debts
Language: en
Four years after I died, my headstone was already crooked. I haunted Jim’s dreams for weeks, begging him to come fix it. But he wouldn’t come. Frustrated, I kept up my ghostly wailing, crying about how miserable I was in the afterlife. In his sleep, Jim just scowled. “Leave me alone, Erica. I’m not going. I’m busy.” And yet, one night, he showed up right after getting off work, a shovel slung over his shoulder. The man had never done a day of manual labor in his life. He took one swing. And my headstone… it toppled over completely. Jim, a cigarette dangling from his lips, actually let out…