That Which Feeds Us: A Hawaiian Gothic

Lehua stepped away from the casket, unlocked her phone to clock the cremation time, and froze. Lehua forced herself to take several deep breaths. Lehua had no idea how hauntings were supposed to work, but maybe the truth was all the workers wanted. “They do.” Chiyo rose from her crouch, her gaze sweeping over Lehua, landing on the persimmon orchard, its chain-link fence, and the sea behind Lehua. She felt his eyes rove across her stained clothes, going up her neck, and finally ending on her torn cheek.