There be angels amongst us
A true (Ghost) story
Was it Creepy? Or was it Grace?
experienced by Carolyn F. Chryst
Got me thinking
This week’s prompt for our writer’s group was to write about something creepy. As I wrestled with this idea an odd thought occurred to me, “Do I really know what creepy means?” I still use a giant hard copy Oxford English Dictionary, full of highlighted words I’ve had to look up — creepy will join the “yellow” words in my dictionary.
“Creepy: causing an unpleasant feeling of fear or unease.”
“Or” I muse, that’s the operant word, “or” I wasn’t afraid when it happened, I was grateful. Yet I’ve carried a sense of unease ever since. I tell this story in and out of present tense, as it feels like it is happening still and decades ago.
How it happened that I saw a Ghost or an Angel
I tried to grab my purse as I headed for the kitchen door. He yanked it out of my hands. He swung the purse at my head, then at the cabinets; then across the chair backs; then across my back; as…