Only three minutes to peer through windows of our former homes. Only four minutes to enter and grab something precious. But we’re ready, we folks who have died/passed away/expired/kicked the bucket. (We ghosts have strong opinions about how we refer to our end. On…
the party’s been going since May 1929; we’ve chugged so much champagne it’s a miracle we’re still on our feet. We’re over a hundred years old, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still jive, our phantom limbs swaying in the air like cigar smoke….
No one was surprised that I won. I was the prettiest girl in our little oil town and my daddy could afford to take me to get my highlights done in the city. I knew the natural order of things. Momma always kept her…
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