Ghost Space

A man helps resurrect his sister's literary magazine

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Electronic spaces are fickle.

One day my sister Nancy’s online journal, The Ghost Train Review, graced the web. Purple colored pages accentuated stories of loss. She selected each piece herself, seeking communion with characters who marched through her inbox.

And yet now, there’s a reminder that the domain is for sale. $150.00, red letters proclaim with gauche sickness.

There’s no tribute to Nan’s vision. No recognition of the struggle meeting domain costs, assembling each issue. No reminder of the sister who wept when it collapsed.

I buy the domain. Present it to Nancy.

Smile unfurls, crooked, as she begins to reassemble.

By Yash Seyedbagheri

From: United States

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