They took her by ambulance. The neighbor called and told me. Cleaning out her house was the closest I came to “Goodbye.”
A pack of Marlboros, half-smoked. A jug of milk. Dishes she didn’t wash. Her fridge had a note: Give Terri her book back.
I don’t know a Terri.
Jennifer Courtney has been published online at Postcard Poems and Prose
, Page & Spine
, Black Heart Magazine
, and elsewhere. She has found her way into several print anthologies.
Sleeping, he breathes through his nose.
Snuggled up close, I kiss his head three times, making a soft sound with each. I don’t hear the beeping until I get up.
“Now. Okay,” I tell the nurse, even though it’s anything but.
I leave the room to make the final arrangements.
Gary Zenker loves writing flash fiction and short stories, but finds that the hardest thing to write is a good, brief biography.
[Ella has entered text]
I can’t close the chat, even though it’s been almost four months since the cremation. I check the bottom of that box like the morning paper, like it gives my life meaning. I thought nothing could hurt more. Today I’ll close the chat.
[Ella is typing]
Corinna lives in North Carolina with a loving partner and a herd of cats. She is the author of the Myths & Mortals trilogy, published by Harper Impulse.