You Can’t Leave Him Like That.
A short story of love, death, cats and dressers.
“I’d rather be ashes than dust.” Jack London
Moors was in the kitchen, scraping ash from under his fingernails. He was using a ballpoint pen. It was snowing outside, something he wasn’t expecting this early in November. He also wasn’t expecting to have his father’s ashes under his fingernails. It was a…