“The things we throw in the air.”

We had buried Mom bald. When the mourners started getting their things together, I ran up to mom’s room. Lynn followed me. I grabbed mom’s brush off her dresser. “Still has hair in it,” I said. Then I opened the window and chucked it down. It landed between Mr. and Mrs. McDonald. Lynn looked around the room, found Mom’s wig and flung it onto the lawn. It almost landed on Mrs. Clarke’s head. “Here’s the hair you were looking for!” Lynn yelled. We laughed. We were exhausted maniacs. “Here’s her fucking hair!” I screamed and tossed out Mom’s favorite headscarf.

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Title by: Doraquel
Story by: Nick

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