Short story
And I Believed Her
She always said once she died her soul would be reaped by the wind and adopted into the vast breath of the world. When she spoke of such fantasies I would smile and nod my head with every pause she took, encouraging her to tell me more. I was never one for religion or spirituality. I didn’t believe in souls, life forces, or anything of the sort. I simply loved the sound of her voice.
