Sunday, December 23, 2018

Memento Mori III

The child with the skinny head and the grown together eyebrows looks surprisingly disappointed to be surrounded by all of Katie’s butterflies, and I can’t figure out why until he opens his mouth.

“They’re fake,” he says cynically to his little brother.

“They’re real, and they’re dead,” I correct him, “but everything dies, so it’s okay.”

Is it, though?” his mother asks me.

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