Let's start with something scary. Gross, maybe. In the basement of my parent's flower shop, hidden in the farthest, darkest corner from the access, is a massive pile of human hair. The story goes that at one time, the back room was a barber shop, and hidden behind the paneling was an old laundry shoot. … Continue reading Morbid Mementos
Death
Unraveling Time
The line of people loops from the casket through the viewing room, past the front door, and through the second viewing room, where it angles and turns back on itself again in a narrow hallway. Outside, the wind skirls in the lavender twilight and slings the newly budded branches of a flowering tree back and … Continue reading Unraveling Time
Conversation Outside a Funeral Parlor
Marie walks up the partially cleared sidewalk out front of the funeral home. It is already dark outside and the lights in the windows glow golden and inviting. She places her cane and tries to straighten her back for her sister’s sake— the one who has passed. A slow trickle of people step up from … Continue reading Conversation Outside a Funeral Parlor
Seeking Prose 