Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Outliving Old Friends
An old woman creaked onto the bus and lowered herself carefully into the first row. Halle sat a few rows back and wondered what it would be like when her first friend died of old age. Unless, her mind wandered towards the idea, she would be the first. She made herself long-lived and killed off her friend Nora at the age of 89, which she felt was pretty good. You can't complain if you manage to hit 89. Halle imagined herself mourning each of her friends, wearing black to their funerals, and being patted for her losses as everyone she knew dropped away into time.
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