Claire Stories

Claire sat there with a stunned face on. “Are you sure it’s the same person?” She asked.“Who else would it be?”Just as he was about to put the newspaper down and shout Cynthia, the phone rang.“Hello?” Rufus answered.“Hi, it’s mum. Seen the paper?” “Yeah, what’s with that?”“Well, apparently Steig is running for Mayor.”“Well, fuck,” Rufus exclaimed, then yelped.“Thanks, Cynthia,” Gloria laughed, knowing it was her who smack...

Rufus sat and thought. He still had no idea if it really was Amy in the dream, or if he was just wishing it. “I really miss you, Amy,” he sobbed to the room.It was as if he was expecting to get some sort of reply, but nothing came. Sitting with his tea, he wept, thinking of Amy. “Remember the first time we met?” He smiled, “I just about shat myself. Mind you, you were pretty spooked too. I think that’s what brought us tog...

A few weeks had passed since ‘that’ event and Rufus was still rather distraught. After all, Amy was such a huge part of his life, that he didn’t really know how to live it without her. It was the small things he missed - getting up and seeing her standing at the fridge, which was her favourite place to lurk, waiting for him, or hearing her ghostly whispers as he walked past.Cynthia tried all she could think of to get Rufu...

Rufus, Cynthia and Claire walked in to the front room. They stood there in dumbfounded silence. Not only had Amy changed her clothes - something she’d never been able to do, but she was skipping around the kitchen, humming to herself and making breakfast. “What in blazes?” Rufus broke the collective silence. “Rufus! Hey!” Amy giggled. “What the heck?” He reiterated. “Watch this!” Amy looked smug as she went incorporeal an...

The last van load was finally delivered to Rufus’ flat.“Wow, it’s finally official,” Cynthia sighed.“Not yet,” Rufus smiled.“Huh?” Cynthia was confused.“Here you go!” Rufus fished a key out of his pocket and gave it to Cynthia, “now it’s official! Now, let’s get the last of this unpacked,” he grinned.“I know something else we could do that would be just as tiring,” Cynthia winked.“Okay! You’re naughty!”Rufus paid his frie...

Visiting time was finally over and Rufus bid his visitors farewell. He’d had quite a good visit and managed to get a bit of business done. All he really wanted to do, however, was get back to his journal. “Hey, would you lot mind if I wrote in my journal for a bit? There’s something I need to get written down,” Rufus asked.“Nah, it’s okay, time for my programme, anyway” Cynthia smiled.“Okay, I’ll get out of your face, too...