The Ghost

‘It’ came to visit a friend, a friend who as it turns out, is dearer to her than she thought. Life, and its travailles, had put the miles of modern life and its entanglements between them. So while sitting at a cafe, sipping luxuriantly on the latest coiffed apparation of the trendiest drink, it caught her by the surprise when the bad news arrived with an old aquaintance.

She wasnt an expressive one but a tear rolled agonizingly slowly down her right cheek as the aquaintance told of their common friend’s losing fight with the ghost. It wasnt the sort of tear that relieves & allows emotional pain to find another home. It was the sort of tear that conatined the acidity of fear, the pain of emotional memory, and the realization of her own vulnerability.

Ghosts have the ability to make the strongest among us surrender to the very same tear along our right cheek.

 

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About Amr Khalifa

An analyst, a political comentator on the uber complex Egyptian and MENA scene. I may not have every answer but I know the questions to ask. When not publishing in Ahram Online, Mada Masr, Daily News Egypt and Muftah I love the dynamic of the short story. If you adore the written word you have come to the right place. Pull up a chair and join me for a cup of literary tea.
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One Response to The Ghost

  1. Amr Khalifa says:

    Reblogged this on Words Reign Supreme and commented:

    Pain is a visitor to many

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