“The Maternal Wanderer”
Bite-Sized Horror Story With A Sweet Undertone About The Ghost Of A Woman.
They were the few years of five.
She cared for them.
Made sure they were invariably intoxicated with joy.
At 7:00am, breakfast would be on the table.
By 8:00am, she’d walk them to school.
Then, they were the flowering ages of fifteen.
She informed them about what it meant to be a good person— how to treat others.
They were then twenty-five years old.
She comforted them when they felt displaced by the daunting world.
Helped them to understand that they were completely capable.
Eventually, they were over three decades old; the age of thirty-five.
They had lives, children, and a career of their own— they had a home.
Her assignment was accomplished.
She traveled back to where she was laid to rest, patiently waiting to solace a new innocent soul.
Her wait didn’t last long.
She heard the agonizing cries of an adolescent boy.
She traveled towards him.













