The Ghost in #9This story is about ghosts of two different kinds. A real ghost, of course, the kind that can’t seem to leave this mortal plane for whatever reason, appears here in our sad little motel room. And then there’s a second kind of ghost that’s here too. But this one is more metaphorical. This is the kind of ghost that harkens back to bygone times and represents something one might think common sense and compassion would have wiped out in our modern times, but sadly hasn’t.
The Ghost in #9 is both of these.
My inspiration for this story, other than the ghosts who hide in the closet, is Seattle’s Aurora Avenue. It’s a long north-south stretch that once was the throughway through the city before the I-5 Expressway was built. It’s not one of Seattle’s prettier places. You can find
