Julie She was about five or six years younger than me. Twenty-three or twenty-four, I am not sure. She never told me her age, but I knew she wasn't born before 1989, the year I was born. She was thin, with a voice that sounded like the high-pitched screech of a car coming to an … Continue reading JULIE
Short Story
MORIBUND
Moribund My mother is dying. One day last June, a friend told me that a person’s eyes turn white when they are on the verge of death. I remember because she used the term moribund. My mother is dying, but her eyes are getting darker. The room is hot. This room, contaminated by the smell … Continue reading MORIBUND
The mother
The girl's expression is distorted: ‘It’s true, mother! I have visited this life four times before, but this is the first time I’ve stayed.’ The mother turns exasperated eyes from her phone and stares at her daughter. ‘Girl?’ ‘Yes, mother.’ ‘Stop saying that,’ she says, adjusting her long skirt as she shifts around on the … Continue reading The mother
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