The Ghost of a Girl Who Never Lived
By Keffy R. M. Kehrli
I am Sara’s second body.
My first memory is of Sara’s resurrection in a room that smelled of cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide.
“That’s funny,” a man said.
The world felt raw, sore, and new. Under my back, my butt, my fingertips, I could feel every thread in the sheets beneath me. The blanket over my stomach scratched. Padded straps crossed my arms.
“What’s funny?” This voice was a woman’s.
“Got another error message,” the man answered. “Have you ever seen that one before?”
I felt the sheets with Sara’s fingers, and the texture conjured memories I didn’t have. I should have known where I was and what I was there for, but I couldn’t catch hold of the fleeting thoughts. In the dim light of the room I could only see the ceiling.
“Let me see.” I heard a frenzied clicking. “It failed twice?” (Continue Reading…)