Living love

by Christos Polydorou

The lovely elderly lady in one of the gardens below my bedroom is petting her cat with such love, it almost brings tears of joy to my eyes. It is so nice to receive love, especially of a living thing, as opposed to a dead thing, a ghost, a zombie, a vampire, reaching you from the underworld, a forest, or a cave, to do its bidding. Some of us are more open and therefore more haunted than others, which is why the kindest hearts often have the meanest streaks.
Keep the words you say under control.