
The funeral was thin. Afterwards, the nieces returned to the house.
“This is a nice cup,” said Hy, placing the squat and solitary little mug into her cardboard box.
Jackie looked up from the silverware drawer, “Oh yeah, Auntie Lucy smashed the other one when Uncle Bill died.”
But Hy had already moved onto the wooden bowls, picturing the big one on her IKEA shelf.
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You have a wonderful way of expression in this smaller form. In some ways it feels like haiku to me. Love it!
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