Jessica Kubicki
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16 Year Bet
What do you do when you lose a bet with a dead man? Grandfathers’ funeral was today, Mother spent the afternoon crying with a black tissue tucked between her fingers while Father whispered in her ear that it would be alright. My brothers, Daniel and Nicolas stood by the casket while our broken Grandmother kneeled on the ground in front of the wooden box that held Grandfathers body. I wondered if the casket had to be customed ordered to fit his fat ass; dead or not, he wasn’t an Olympian to say the least. I stood there, nearby but at a further distance to escape from the sympathy. I loved the old man, I did, but he left me with a burden that I had to wrap my mind around; a little box wrapped up in the ugliest brown paper and a bet that kept this box shut.
By Jessica Kubicki3 years ago in Fiction