Letters to Death

6.5

I find his ghost sitting there, quietly on the bed next to his corpse. Sleeping pills are always a messy way to go. Your body throws up everything in its system, along with blood.

I sigh, and look the sad man in the eyes. Well, he can't see my eyes behind the hood, but i can see his, stark, sad and clear.

I pat his back and bring him away from here, the sirens and howls of his daughter slowly fading away.