A List That Never Ends
Short Memoir by Sarah Elizabeth Schantz
Published in
Mar 22, 2016
When it was time to burn my mother she wept two red tears. I drove her to the crematory and watched my place of origin turn to white ash and silver mica.
You can read this story on FictionAttic.com.
Image courtesy of Len de la Cruz, via unsplash.com
Originally published at Fiction Attic Press.
