The smell slaps me back to the business at hand as I avoid the onslaught of memories that serve no purpose. She left me her cashmere sweater, reeking of mothballs. I sneeze, entrapped by envious eyes.
“Why me?”
“You were her favorite.”
“Favorite?”
“You were always so easy to torture.”
Kim Kalama is a latecomer to fiction writing. She draws upon the quirkiest dynamics of her life experiences to stir her imagination.
In Death, as in Life.
So vivid, boiled down until all that’s remains is pure essence, beautiful!
Sensory details make this story come alive.