The Light

I know a woman who said her son,

photo by hungrybison

who died, came visiting her.
He came as a silent ball of light and drifted around her trailer.
She became angry at the light,
“goddamnit boy, why did you never came to see me when you were livin’?”
She told it to go away, and it did.
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