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Mortician Barbie
Bio
Professional Coffee Drinker, Full-Time Real Life Mortician, Single Mom, Who Does A Little Of This When Business Is Dead, And Not Cremating Other Aspects Of Life. Creative Fiction, With A Splash Of Reality In Every Story.
Stories (26/0)
The Music in You
He was on the construction site. It was 101 degrees that day and his only relief from the heat was the iPod in his back pocket and the cheap bottles of water he picked up at the gas station. He kept promising himself that he would would eventually learn this whole "smartphone" thing his wife bought him, but it was his toddler at home that seemed more interested in it. He reminded himself that he really needed to stop calling her his wife, with a stab of pain.
By Mortician Barbie3 years ago in Poets
The Music in You
She was driving down the gravel back roads, windows down, 55 degrees; the first time in 6 months that the weather was nice enough to go for a joy ride. Most days, sound of the gravel crunching and the wind blowing would be all that she needed. But today, the silence was killing her. She reaches for the radio.
By Mortician Barbie3 years ago in Poets