He never saw a corpse before. Grandpa lay in the casket, but it didn’t look like him. Was Grandpa still a ‘he’? An ‘it’?
The expression seemed wrong. The real Grandpa would never make that face.
The same nose hairs, though.
“Don’t touch,” an old woman scolded.
But why not?
Ken Zang loves observing the world around him almost as much as living in it. If Ken isn’t learning what makes something, or someone, tick, then he is usually trying to make family, or potential family, laugh.
Good job, Ken. Sorry I missed you at the funeral. I meant of course my Dad’s funeral. Apparently you were there? Spooky but not creepy.
Excellent writing 👏👍👏 👍.
Thanks, Whit!
Yeah, I was in the back, still not used to the whole idea. I’ll try to be more social at the next one :)
Great story, Ken. I enjoyed that one!
I’m so glad! Thank you, Raymond