When a permanent thing abruptly ends.

August 13, 2013 § Leave a comment

“I’ve been eating his ashes. Do you think I’m sick?”

She didn’t know, “No. Of course not.”

“My fingernails are turning pink-in the cuticles. Look! Do you think it’s because I’m eating his ashes?”

“I don’t know.” she looked, “Maybe.”

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