It doesn’t end up being too much responsibility. The dead always find that just when they’ve given all they can give, they realize, they can always give a little more. We give and disperse. It was only the living that, by giving, is made more alive. When the living work together there is much accomplished. The dead can only help. But what the dead can and cannot do could fill volumes – I guess that’s one right there for the books.
(For over a decade I’ve chipped away at the story of Cara, a girl who on her way home goes missing. I’ve written several versions of the story, this excerpt comes from one I submitted to a recent fiction prize contest. The novel has been called Thawing Grace, One Thousand Red Hands and now, Kingdom of Snow.)