The Sound of Nowhere

Six short stories about death, #3.

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I’m screaming down the highway at 90 miles an hour, beer in one hand, the other on the wheel, my own ghost sitting next to me in the front seat. You think he’d look just like me, but he doesn’t. He’s older, fifty-seven he says, and gray. Me, I’m twenty-two, so I know I make it out of this alive. Liver failure is what gets me, he says. I drink too much. He says there’s…