- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
He couldn’t believe what he’d just read. The sign stood outside a garage: ‘Dead peoples stuff for sale’.
Tut-tutting at the missing apostrophe, he muttered darkly, ‘Items for me’, and ducked inside
to delve into well-worn trousers and blouses for souls of deceased parents and spouses clinging to fluff
deep in pockets and stuffed up sleeves like forgotten handkerchieves. There were enough
to satisfy his need for angry ghosts and sentimental spirits, a jumbled host to usher to the other side.