by Ari Collins
“Can’t believe he’s dead,” she says.
Our Amtrak train halts between stops again. At this rate we’ll miss the funeral.
“Yeah,” I say. “Me neither.”
“No. Like, really. I mean, we’re in our twenties. Who dies? Seriously, who does that?”
The old woman across the aisle leans over her luggage. “Oh, Dearie. Everybody does that.”
Friday, July 31, 2009
Denial
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2 comments:
I like this one.
This piece cracked me up
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