Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

The Obituary

Kate flew through the doorway. This was just like her, sensing when I most needed company. Without a word, Chinese take-out in one hand, she pulled me towards the kitchen.

 “I just don’t think I can do it. How do I say goodbye?”

Pushing aside my blank attempts, placing mu shu before me, she coaxed “Eat! The words will come”

“I don’t have any”….she pulled out a pair of chopsticks and topped off my wine.

“But I’m a fork girl.”

“I know, Zan. It’s for Brett, just the way he likes it, with enough Sriracha to guarantee your eyes water.

Word Count: 100

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P.S. Please make sure to read the others.

I have been away too long. Missing all my Friday Fictioneer Friends. So it seemed as good a time as any to jump back in.