Chloe Masson died a hundred years ago – and she’s lonely as hell with nobody to haunt a house with. Can she persuade Kate to join her in eternity? (Winner of the Margaret Oliver Award, 1999 Fellowship of Australian Writers Short Story Competition, Moocooboola Chapter)
My name is Chloe Masson. I died one hundred years ago in the Lane Cove River, and I live in Trebeurden, the wonderful stone house my husband Jules built for me in the French Village.
Yes, I still live. I exist for those who can see me, when there a fissure between the dimensions of time, or, sometimes, when my loneliness becomes unbearable and I struggle with all my might to be recognised, to be whole again. Continue reading