Perpetual Change

I’ve never been that good at complaining, she told me, because I’m going to be dead in another 50 years & it’s all going to change then anyway.

Past Lives

Every weekend, she went to the city & looked through the bones of the dead for old clothes & bits of fashion jewelry. She always seemed a bit tattered, but I didn’t say much about it. I was still young & hadn’t settled on a past I was comfortable with yet either.

Easy Going

I get along better with my relatives, he said, now that most of them are dead. (Big rocks so they won’t be able to get out early)