I think I ’ d get along with ghosts ; proper ghosts I mean . Not just people like me . I like to think I ’ d be a friendly ghost . Leaving all my clothes on the porch , I limped along the slimy pebbles . The night air was raw with cold . It felt like glass . I slipped and stumbled for a few feet before falling hard on my knees . My body snapped into a ball from the impact .
I decided to crawl . I slithered through washed up braids of seaweed like an ancient sea creature finding its way home . Algae painted my naked body as I dragged myself towards the sands . Loose shingle cut at my breasts . What was the point of having them ? Was I even a woman anymore ? Was I anything at all ?