An actual exchange:
Me: how's your birthday week going?
Her: I have to read through material from 2 cemeteries and decide with [our father] which he should sign up for.
Me: Nothing says happy birthday like helping Dad pick a place to be dead in.
A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
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I laughed in an unseemly way. Until i choked.
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