Phantoms of Phimai

The ghosts of the ruins tell stories. Drabble.

Lintels hugged the green turf at the back of the ruins, telling stories to those who wandered that far.

They spoke of the conquests of spirits in a tongue still spoken ... elsewhere.

Here only ghosts remembered the sacred spots and communal halls they once roamed.

Only those who looked inside themselves could hear their laughter. They were long past suffering and anger. Neither had ever served them well. They'd let go of the baggage of living long ago.

"Here we said prayers. This spot, yes, this is the spot where we fell in love, where we died to the world."