Tuesday, September 8, 2015

"Head to Toe" by Nathan Leslie in decomP

When mother died I was twelve, at the cusp. It was best that she died. She never smoked, so the lung cancer seemed especially shocking and catastrophic. This is an understatement. Listening to her breathe was an exercise in masochism. She was a drowning fish. Read story here.

Other decomP goodness here.

No comments:

Post a Comment