By J.R. Night
The late hour had come and all were released from their graves. The first thing she always did was head home.
Only one window burned yellow. It went out, the window opened, and two legs edged out. Her son landed not two feet away from her.
“No sweater? In this cold?” she shouted as he passed through her, unaware.
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That was really neat. Showing the love a mother will always have for her child even in death. However they are still going to nag us as they did in life. I enjoyed.
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You’re dead Mom, and so is your maternal advice.
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Hauntingly succinct.
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Good thing they STAY dead. Imagine otherwise. Ooops. You just did!
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Truly clever…
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