Human Echoes Podcast

A Ghost In Time  by B.T. Joy He closes his eyes. The light flashes.  Somewhere west. Wyoming. Montana. Little Hallmark across the street. Hanging lilacs. Next door along. A picture house showing the matinees. His eyes, getting old, can’t see the listings.  May as well cross. Look what’s on. Halfway over. An Asian guy in an immaculate suit passes. He feels the familiar repulsive burn of electric between them. The Asian guy thinks they’ve brushed bodies and makes something of it.  “Hey fella! Watch where you’re going, huh!?” He doesn’t respond.  You’re wondering how he can be so calm? It wasn’t always that way. Not always that way at all.  His shuddering feet reach the other curb like tiny boats coming into shore and he shuffles to the doors of the picture house. He doesn’t have time to watch the movies. He’ll never have time to watch a full movie again. But sometimes he likes to read the advertisements.  Schindler’s List. Jurassic Park. Sleepless in Seattle. Must be the early 90s now. Christ the worl