in memory…

it’s March isn’t it…

yes…

wasn’t it this time last year she started having problems…

yea…she did…

passed away in March didn’t she…

uhhuh…yes…

your sister’s got her in a vase don’t she…

no dad…

where’s she at then….can’t find her anywhere…looked all over this house…you kids hidin’ her from me…

no pop…

tell me where she’s at…tell me boy…

she’s in the cementary…in a vault…

a vault…

yes…

we burned her up…

mom was cremated…yes…

why’d we do that…

what she wanted…

nobody wants that…not what I want…for her or me…burnin’ up some body…can’t imagine…

that’s what she wanted dad…

huh…

yes…

you think ya’ know somebody….

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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