The morphine soothes. Death is fairly quick, ultimately painless. Your spirit ascends like an explosion playing out. Turns out that there is a God, and She’s pissed. A projector clacks, images flutter. And not even your slippery silver serpent’s tongue is going to talk your way out of this one.
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.” His first novel, “Paperboy: A Dysfunctional Novel,” was recently rereleased. Visit BobThurber.net.
Another one hit out of the park! I’m not worthy Bob! L
Not true, Lisa. Keep writing. You’ll discover the value. The rewards and benefits will come. Just this morning I was at the eye clinic and picked up a copy of The Saturday Evening Post. Here’s a link: http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2017/02/06/in-the-magazine/the-writing-cure.html All good wishes, BT