By S. R. Crawford Attending your own funeral is not only allowed but encouraged. Best to accept one’s death in witnessing those who have come to mourn you. Of course, you mourn yourself, too. All the things you weren’t. All the things you’ll never be, now. I thought too much. I wished with all my… Continue reading ‘I Think, Perhaps’ (a short story)
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Winter Road – Short Story
A distant moon, behind ominous clouds, painted the night; snow falling in thick clumps upon the houses in Birmingham. Kate knew this would happen. She whisked around her small apartment, hopping over the clutter on the carpet to switch off her electrics. But she always forgot something, perhaps this was why there was a familiar… Continue reading Winter Road – Short Story
S. R. Crawford 