Clennon Presson
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The Other Side of Death
She showed up late one afternoon about an hour before sunset. It’s rare you see one by themselves these days. But there she was, all alone dressed in what was once her Sunday best, with a full face of makeup and sporting rings, wristwatch, earrings, bracelets, a heart-shaped locket, and staggering more like a Saturday night than Sunday. They all stagger, or stumble, or shuffle; whatever you call it, the dead have a peculiar way of walking.
By Clennon Presson3 years ago in Fiction