“Look, Patrick,” I began again. “Are you sure you’re dead?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
much more humor than horror, this mannered little ghost story is driven by what feels like a fairytale task, all beats in place: the deceased’s beyond-the-grave request of his lady-friend is to get his poems published, only they’re in the custody of his dragonlike mother, who is guarding them against publication. attempts are made, attempts are thwarted—who will prevail??
it’s short, fun, and it’s on the roald dahl side of the silly/scary spectrum, so it’s Fun For All.
read it for yourself here: