The nurse laughed when the old man with the grand moustache claimed an invisible spider lived in the hospital garden. “It guards the windmill,” he whispered seriously. To prove it, he sprinkled Tabasco on the grass. “Spiders love spice.”

That night the windmill creaked, the grass stirred, and the nurse wondered if some stories are stranger — and truer — than they seem.

— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫