No one notices I’m here.
I dust shelves, cook meals, and play with cats. At least they pay attention to me.
I offer hugs to my children, but they walk by without looking up from their phones. Do they not need their mother like I did when I was young?
When I cry, my husband doesn’t comfort me. He can’t even offer a few sympathetic words.
It was one thing when I was alive, but I thought it would be different in death. The book said I’d be surrounded by love.
The authors of that book didn’t know about necromancers, though.
I love the reference to cats. You leave me wonderfully wondering what book: the Bible? Some magical book used by a necromancer?
I noticed that twist…very nice!
Eerie Sixth Sense feel to the story. Well done!
Love that twist.