• Sam Hickford

RIP


As Mrs. Burns is slouching in her urn I suppose you'd say she'd like to be at peace although Joanna hasn't managed to reserve a plot. The mortgage fails. The debts increase: the unpaid bills are clawing at the door while this old lady's straining to retreat among the mottled stone, this maidenhair.

Mrs. Burns's ghost is not some spectral form it's just a TalkTalk person in pursuit or her Facebook account, a newly-born so she could see her grandchildren in bloom. Now they are with her “legacy,” alone and now they wonder what they have to do to be at rest among the mottled stone.

Published November 16, 2019 on the Ancient Paths Facebook page. 2019 Pushcart Prize Nominee

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