IMPROMPTU #142: Samhain

“I move my hand and feel a touch
move with me, and when I brush
my own mind across another,
I am with my mother’s mother.”

- Annie Finch, from “Samhain”

The veil between this world and the Otherworld is at its thinnest at this time of year. Write a story or poem or song in which your speaker/character interacts with an ancestor (or ancestors).