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written by: Kelley Farell



You always said the kitchen was our gathering place.

“Over fine food families are saved.”

We’ve finally begun washing away the smoke gathered on your plates. Odds and ends scavenged from charred remains gather dust among piles of bills. There’s a bill for every emotion it seems but our payment for grief falls short.

In your absence, we gather under your favorite tree. We try to laugh but they burn our lungs on the way out, so we stand and pretend. Maybe we believe you’ll turn the corner, picnic basket in hand. Maybe if we just squint a little harder ...

Kelley Farrell

Kelley Farrell

Kelley Farrell has been writing since childhood. She writes micro-fiction, flash fiction, and poetry on her blog at Kelley Farrell.
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