Dante's departed soul wandered through the dark streets. In his intermediate state of being, dead things were opaque, while the living were invisible.
Strolling, he saw many things: Dreams buried on campus. A childless mother in the pews of St. Joseph's. A promise left under a tree near the corner of Durano. Bloated kittens wrestling.
Only later did he see her, his reason for staying, stumble out of a bar. Dante stared intently to get a glimpse of the lively eyes that he had missed dearly.
Lifting her head, her translucent face revealed a pair of empty sockets. Dante smiled.
Strolling, he saw many things: Dreams buried on campus. A childless mother in the pews of St. Joseph's. A promise left under a tree near the corner of Durano. Bloated kittens wrestling.
Only later did he see her, his reason for staying, stumble out of a bar. Dante stared intently to get a glimpse of the lively eyes that he had missed dearly.
Lifting her head, her translucent face revealed a pair of empty sockets. Dante smiled.
