Shannon Kantorowski
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Fire
She stood now, finally alone at the casket. Looking down at the small shriveled creature in the satin lined box, she felt no sense of relation. Mother....? It did not truly look anything like her mother. Actually, it more resembled the old woman at the grocery store they had gone to, long ago, in another place.
By Shannon Kantorowski2 years ago in Families
A Wreck of a Day
If there was anything she hated worse than cold, wet…sleeting skies, she had a hard time thinking of it. The ice built up on her car, freezing the wipers to the windshield, and try as she might, she couldn’t scrape through it . So, she just sat in the car with the defroster on full and waited. Her breath fogged the inside for a time, and it felt as if she were inside an ice cube, looking out.
By Shannon Kantorowski2 years ago in Humans