great grandmother

stories of children rolling and running on hills, a grassy, faded scene, unimaginable but i tried anyway.

the oldest person i knew, this woman had a stubbly chin and chipmunk teeth, stale breath, afghans, a small room, but once a trailer.

all i remember otherwise is a magnifying glass, and a microwave on a rolling table. we must have fed ducks.

she passed halfway through a week i spent away with a friend and his family. i found out when i got back that i missed the funeral and wake. i don't know how old i, or she, was. this was before my discovery of nonphysical pain. i cannot remember anything else.

BRIAN OUT.