Ghosts
Something white at the window I was sat in the office writing notes when a large morphing white figure slowly pressed itself to the frosted window immediately to my right. It was almost dark outside and there was a bang of something hard on the glass I shit myself And let out an unmanly squeak I am the only person working at this part of the hospice. Another white figure appeared . Looking out of the dark I opened the window very carefully. Ten Kashmir goats, were happily grazing on the hospice gardens as gales started to lash the Orme from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3w2K3xb