My good-for-nothing mother came back from the dead wearing a different dress than the one we’d buried her in. Her hair was dyed ruddy rose. In her cupped hands she held all my rage, all my grief.
She winked, spread her fingers, dropped all that old sorrow at my feet.
Over the years Bob Thurber’s work has received a long list of awards and prizes. His most recent book is a collection of brief stories titled “Nothing But Trouble”. Visit BobThurber.net.
My absolute favourite fifty words to date.
Love this ; it’s quite the mouth /heart ful
You know… when you’ve read enough of these, you ask yourself, how does he keep doing this, but then, almost immediately, it occurs to you, you just don’t care…as long as he keeps doing this.
Stunning.
Bravo Mr. Thurber
Confession: I have a massive backlog of Thurbers in the slush pile. I’m doling them out slowly so they hold their value. ;)
Good news, that is. :)
Wow – quite intimate, vivid and powerful! Loved it :-)