Friday Fictioneers: Sweet Dreams

by Eena

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Rosa tugs harder on her mother’s shirtsleeve, “Mum!” Softer, “Something’s falling down the roofs.”

“It’s just the Rolling Ghost. Hush now, the pastor is speaking.”

Someone from the next aisle glances over, says, “The ghost likes loud girls.”

Later that night, Mum carries her to bed. “Sweet dreams.” It’s the last thing Rosa remembers of home.

She wakes up screaming.

A banging at the door, then Pastor Roland is at her side.

Rosa shakes in the old man’s embrace, whispers, “Where is he? Where is my lover?”

“You pushed my father off the roof many years ago. I’ve waited a long, long time for you. Sweet dreams, Mum.”