Category: Fiction
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12/12/06, with edits, as yet untitled.
Estelle parked her walker, sat on the couch, and died. That’s the story. She was born, she lived, and she died. Still. Yesterday had been a little better to Estelle. Her head didn’t hurt so much, and her skin didn’t droop so low. Her voice didn’t shake and could be heard over the air…