Karla, after binging on another season of an idiotic television series not worth mentioning, began to nod off in her purple corduroy upholstered loveseat. The chin-length, wavy brown hair she had tucked behind her ear slowly crept forward, falling in front of her eyes, casting a veil. As she hovered between wakefulness and sleep, Karla thought she heard dulcet tones whisper in her ear: “How shall I go on?”

“What’s wrong,” wondered Karla. As a believer in ghosts and the afterlife, she wanted to help what sounded like a desperately lost soul.

“What will I do,” the wispy voice asked, “without my loved one whom I treasured so?”

Karla was stopped cold by the ghost’s query. Not three weeks before, her beloved husband, John, had died in a terrible car crash…

So begins my fiction short story included in the inaugural anthology by SEZ Publishing called Frigtening: A Collective Work. To read more about Karla, John, and the “ghost,” as well as twenty-three other stories, please go to Amazon to purchase the volume.