“And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.”

― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

Tristen has been dead for a long time, but he often liked to visit the river where he died to see if any of his bones were still there. His body was never found, so occasionally he’ll find a little toe bone, but most of it had been washed away. What he liked most about being dead was he could sit under water without coming up to breath, but he was lonely. No one could see or hear him. He would visit his family some times, but they had no idea he was there. He also hadn’t met any other dead people, so he wasn’t sure if there was some sort of heaven or hell he needed to move on to, or if dead was just this lonely thing, until one day he saw another body get thrown into the river. The person who threw it didn’t wait to see what would happen, but soon after he left the ghost of the boy came crawling out of the water. He looked to Tristen, eyes wide, and said, “where am I?”

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