“You’re gonna burn out.”
“Good.”
“Well, don’t expect me to pick up the pieces.”
“I never asked you to.”
“Everyone expects me to.”
“I don’t give two shits what everyone—”
The elderly woman hacked. She tried to light her cigarette, but her hand shook.
“I don’t give two shits—”
Fire sparked from the woman’s skin. The flames spread, engulfing her in infernal warmth. She smiled.
“I don’t give two shits.”
Her body disappeared in a blast of smoke. In the ashes lay a baby smelling of tobacco. The man sighed and scooped her up.
“Here we go again.”
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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