RDP Monday: FLINTY

I used to walk, quietly, softly up the stairs to my room so as not to make a floorboard crack or moan

When I sat at the table for dinner with my family, I chewed slowly with my head down and I never looked up or met anyone’s gaze

If someone said my name, or called to me from another room would I back into a shadow until they went away. They only ever said my name a couple of times and I heard a sigh of relief when I didn’t answer ‘ I’m here. ‘

I haunted my family, when I was alive and not that I’m not alive I am doing the same to the people who sometimes live in our house.

I had so much practice you see. I am so good at what I do

I had a lifetime in practice in the art  of being dead.

Il palazzo degli spiriti
‘The Palace of The Spirits ‘
Romolo Tessari (1868 – 1925)