Kumari de Silva

Ghost Story

You know how it is when you wake up sleepy and you can’t be sure if you’re still in a dream? Was it a dream or reality? Did my eye misguide me? I was still shaking the last strands of somnolence from my hair as I looked around for my mother. My mother? She’s 4-foot-10, a real Tokyo Japanese lady who weighed about 95 pounds. In my dream I hadn’t been in cozy quaint antiquated Frazier Park. The fuzziness was something from my teenage years: she’d been seeing me off at the train station. Grand Old Union Station, Amtrak’s flagship station in the Midwest and not Frazier Park. But it felt so real.