Mujagui, Egg Ghost

When the girl found me, I carried no traces of humanity.   Unremembered, I became smooth as an egg.  Seeing me should have killed her. Though blind, she could hear my stories.  As she listened, my limbs and features reappeared.

I kissed her eyelids and dissolved, tethered to Earth no more.

 

Story appeared in 5oWord Stories

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