Mary the Ghost


Cascading rain pounded the city, the sullen sky showing no signs of closure. Soaking wet, covered in mud, and devastated by Mary’s death, Paul drove away from his shattered dreams with her wedding surprise ablaze and his only love six feet under.

In this mental state, devastated to the edge of madness, what was he to do? Adrift in his grief, his only lucid decision was putting as many miles as possible between himself and her corpse. Looking through his rearview mirror, the surreal scene he had left of decay, fire, and smoke grew smaller and smaller with each mile driven. The pain he felt was indescribable. The senseless loss was beyond measure.

Paul’s mind raced, You can’t go home. There is no home. You’ll run. That’s it, you fool, just drive. Run as far as you can. There are no more tomorrows for you, only today and yesterday.

Be damned, happiness! You have no family, no job, no life…no love. You must keep moving. past everything and everyone. If you don’t, dig another grave and slink inside. That’s what you want. Isn’t it? Fool, admit it. Death suits you. Say it. Stop and die.

But, I want to live.

No, you don’t. There’s nothing on this earth for you. What are you going to do? What can you do for anyone? What about your mother and father? There’s a party waiting on Mary and you. Don’t they at least deserve to be advised of this and your future? You have a career, a promising life ahead. You and Mary are going places. Well, you are.

I won’t listen to this. Shut the hell up. Stop it! There is no Mary. The future, my life, and our promise drowned with her on that ship. If you doubt me, look into the mirror and see it for yourself. It’s all gone. My life is smoke, ashes, and dust.

Oh, you are a fool. Listen to yourself. You don’t know what you want. You haven’t a clue where you’re going. In fact, where are you going? You’re driving like a madman with no destination in mind, carrying a trunk filled with a dead woman’s clothes. She’s gone. Face the facts. Dump the trunk, too.

Don’t talk about her like that. Keep your sick mouth closed about her trunk. I won’t have it. I’ll…

You’ll what? You think you can threaten me? I am you, you crazy ass fool!

Okay. I agree. Let’s find something to do with the trunk. If I keep it and her other belongings, I’ll never move forward, hanging around this life of death, going to work, trying to act normal, and dying with every breath taken. What should I do with it?

Since you’re asking, throw it in the river or find an alley to dump it in. You can do as you will with it. You did the right thing in burying her. Torching the house wasn’t very bright. You did good by her, but you owe nothing to the trunk and her things. The quicker you get rid of it, the faster you can put the miles behind you. You know this.

I’ll do no such thing. Are you a lunatic? She drowned, or have you forgotten about that. I can’t throw the rest of her into the river, and I will not leave her beloved things in an alley like it’s trash. I’ll think of something fitting for it.

You’re too damned sentimental. Look where such emotions got you. No. You had to fall in love. You had to be a savior and a hero. How’d that work out for you? Throw it in the river.

No! I’ll donate it to an orphanage, or maybe, I’ll turn this vehicle around, buy a one way ticket to London and return it to those who loved her there.

That’s it. I’ll take her home!

Now that the trunk’s future is settled, what about the party and your folks? You’re a complete idiot.

I’ll be damned. We’ll see, you and I.

Ron Shaw

Copyright 2015

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4 Responses to Mary the Ghost

  1. Powerful stuff, Mr Shaw! I need to know what happens next. 😨

    • ronshaw says:

      Me, too, C.A. Thank you for reading my blog and for leaving a comment.
      I think we can count on some fireworks in the future.

  2. Ron, The more I read about “Mary” the more intrigued I become. I look forward to reading your “Cramped Quarters…” series, getting to know Mary – and “traveling” along through her journey. I enjoy your writing, and the way one can get to know the characters portrayed in your stories. They are real…they are heartfelt. I love the way the reader is able to connect with the story, while simultaneously being pulled-in to become a part of it. You have a sensitivity to, and a respect for, your characters. I feel as though I am brought to the edge of getting to know them, leaving room to draw upon my own level of connectedness. I love the sincerity you bring forth in your writing, and the depth it lends to the story. It brings with it…an underlying sensitivity – to the emotional reality it represents. Best to you, Suzanne
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    • ronshaw says:

      Suzanne, you are so kind. While reading your comments, I was listening to 2Cellos and their Benedictus. What you’ve written with their music in the background was much more than beautiful and quite emotional for me.
      I’m humbled and honored.
      Thank you from my heart. God bless you.

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