Stories tagged “mourning”
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Complicated enough
“Professional Mourner”, her business card would have said, if she had one. But in her line of business, titles didn’t mean much, and piety was a bitch. Not like in India, where you could hire whole crowds of mourners, laughers or sile...
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Citrus Kiss
you hate me though you wait up, lately, you wake up “what’s up?” you say “besides that thing jabbing my side” and we’re laughing simultaneously unraveling, heinously scrabbling, dragging along the gravel with scabs o...
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Angels and Crows
A beautiful young woman paced irritably between pale marble angels that lined the stone walkway. Many had been worn down by life leaving little more than the shape of an angel. Any faces that remained were frozen in grief. Crows perched on them, watchi...
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Winter Winds
Snow reminds me of one of the best adventures of my life, and one of the worst. You and I trudged through the thick snow that led to the wasteland. The view took my breath away. My mother dropped the bomb the next day. He’s dead. And I didn&#...
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What is life?
Life must go on. That’s what they say, isn’t it? But why? Don’t get me wrong, I hope it does, but why must it? I find that I’m reminded of the film ‘As Good as it Gets’ – the gay neighbour says “I’m so damned sorry for myself that it