A Pint for the Ghost

mom’s gaze locked with mine, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “I’m going to lift you up, and you’ll shut the door behind you. Don’t move, and don’t make a sound. Whatever you hear,

Edgar Allan Poe’s short story The Man of the Crowd.

IN THEIR APARTMENT Sana feels squashed and caught in corners. Walls present themselves to her suddenly and thrust her into the bedroom or toss her into the kitchen, or sometimes she finds herself being pushed and pushed until she is out of the apartment completely and standing in the original house. It is there that the pushing and pulling abruptly

Le Chelsea était comme une maison de poupées dans les limbes, avec cent chambres qui toutes constituaient un petit univers. J’arpentais les couloirs en quête de ses esprits, morts ou vivants.