The Rusted Key
The old woman in her Sunday best walked down the center aisle of the funeral home on the arm of a grown grandson, in a lavender dress with a hat …
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The old woman in her Sunday best walked down the center aisle of the funeral home on the arm of a grown grandson, in a lavender dress with a hat …
The Rusted Key Read MoreThe woman in the pink suit stepped out of the black Escalade like a person arriving at a place she had been afraid to find again. She was perhaps sixty, …
The Truck Stop Menu Read MoreThe woman with silver hair set the old snare drum on a stand at the front of the funeral home, and for a moment she just looked at it, with …
The Signed Snare Read MoreThe man in the gray suit knelt on the carpet of the funeral home with the old wooden shoeshine box in front of him, and for a moment I thought …
The Wooden Box Read MoreThe big man in the mine rescue jacket stood at the head of the casket of my grandmother with the old switchboard headset in his hands, the cord wrapped around …
The Old Headset Read MoreThe young man in the hard hat set the small hat down on the casket, right beside the big white one that my stepmother had placed there that morning, and …
The Shark Hard Hat Read MoreThe woman in her forties walked up the wet grass between the folding chairs without looking at the casket. She carried a tire iron wrapped in a grease stained shop …
The Tire Iron Read MoreThe organist laid the tarnished brass key in the folded hands of my father, and for a moment she kept her own hand over his, as if to warm them. …
The Brass Key Read MoreThe old man in the tuxedo carried the silver dollar on a small velvet pillow, the way a page might carry a crown, and he stopped at the casket of …
The Silver Dollar Read MoreThe doctor laid the tiny pink blanket across the foot of the casket and smoothed it flat with both hands, the way a person smooths a sleeping child. It was …
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