I remember

I remember raspberry flavoring for coffee and hot chocolate. Its sweet, almost overly so, chemical taste with the vaguest hints of raspberry hidden beneath the synthetically saccharin.
And at the oddest time too...

Ghosts are not those who have died, and refuse to move on, they are our own memories. The smallest, most easily obscured, ones which can slip between the walls and cracks of the mind and find their ways out at the most remarkable, or unusual, of times. I love them and hate them all at once.