Mrs. Higgle's Sign
Nov 5 · 3 min read

Flip-flops at a Funeral
Mrs. Higgle saw it shaped in a wrought iron gate leading out of the cemetery that day and knew she must keep it.
She pushed her straw hat back on her tight blue-gray curls. She sacrificed half a dozen fresh daises
she’d wedged in the gingham head band to a small pile around her hot pink flip-flops. (You can’t go without at least a BIT of color amongst all this…


