Secret Scullery

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story of a ghost from the seventeenth century.

Submitted: March 28, 2019

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Submitted: March 28, 2019



Hidden inside an ordinary kitchen far beyond the common larder, that space of keeping what is most temporary, can be found the spirit of a scullion, a someone of past and now who is forever.

There she scrubs the cold stone flooring, that which never becomes clean. The footsteps she recognizes are from mud covered boots, worn by those who are unmindful of her life. They walk past her as she works on care worn hands and calloused knees, soiling that which she has just covered and cleared with watery suds and elbows grease.

In a space between it is there that she realizes this is her life, one of now and then.

She hums a tune as she works with swish of brush, wiping all away what is less then free, a spirit which is precisely she.

It is a rhythmic rhyme she sings inside, one of love and time which is endless. When sensed by those of open mind, her presence is of calm and caring.

Never done, her essence goes on always and forever at one within the boundless boundary, that place which is the secret scullery.

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