If nothing goes down the drain, we can assume most of it is in the sink.
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The End of Time
I’m glad, she said, that at the end of everything, it’s you and me. There was a pause, there in the dark, where they just…were, next to each other. She wasn’t sure how long the pause was, or even when she had finished speaking, if it had been minutes or hours or lifetimes or an…
Eulogy in a Minor Key
When I think of my cousin Jamie, I always see her the same way, the way she walked up to me when she was living: her chin is slightly down, her eyes shine, and she’s smiling already, pre-emptively delighted at whatever cousin nonsense we’re about to get up to. I’m sure we must have approached…
Grief in a Year
It’s January 13th. Friday the 13th, in fact. That means it’s been just about a year – time is fuzzy so I don’t remember the exact date – since I found out that my cousin Jamie was very ill. Seriously ill. Terminally ill, as it turns out. I know it’s been almost a year because…
The Calliope
He hadn’t ever intended on using it again. Everyone lives multiple lifetimes in one life if they’re lucky, and this was a relic from a life long since lived and put away. Now he was a successful man, running the sort of nondescript business successful men of a certain age and class and privilege always…
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Nothing Down the Drain 