(from The New Yorker, Aug. 31, 2009)
There once lived a girl who was killed, then brought back to life. That is, her parents were told that she was dead, but they weren’t allowed to keep her body.
Short and perfect. It just captures so well that vivid but not 100% lucid it-was-my-house-but-it-wasn’t dream feeling. What’s real, and what’s a trick of the subconscious? It’s deliciously vague and spooky. I don’t believe I’ve ever used deliciously before, like that, and I don’t approve. But I recommend the story, which you can read here.