April 1, 2011

Shopping…

By Bob Bois

Shopping

Freezing rain ticked against the window.
The young woman buried her face in the folds of her husband’s jacket.
The dark-suited salesman was silent.
The husband leaned forward, pointed: This one here.
The woman looked up: Too big?
It’s our smallest casket, ma’am.
Outside the trees bent under ice.

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About Bob Bois

Bob Bois is a writer living in the old, mysterious hills of Central Massachusetts. He blogs his horror flash fiction at http://sittingindarkness.com View all posts by Bob Bois

This entry was posted on Friday, April 1st, 2011 at 3:05 pm and tagged with casket, child, grief and posted in Flash fiction, microfiction, short short fiction, sudden fiction. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.

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6 responses to “Shopping…”

• hil
  April 1st, 2011 at 4:02 pm

  i love one this Bob… bijou scared the _ _ _ _ out of me! seriously… i don’t do scary… i am up all night shakin’ in my jammies with my mind racing!!!! good for you Bob! i amd coming back often.

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• hil
  April 1st, 2011 at 4:03 pm

  i meant i love this one Bob! proof reading is not my thing. 😉

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• Bob Bois
  April 1st, 2011 at 4:52 pm

  Thanks Hilary! Come back every day for a new story. I can’t guarantee that you won’t meet Bijou again, or one of his friends….

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• erin ryan
  April 1st, 2011 at 5:22 pm

  I am sitting in my living room with freezing rain hitting the windows feelin’ for this mama.
  see you tomorrow

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• Tony Bove
  April 1st, 2011 at 10:50 pm

  And you think Leonard Cohen is dark? Holy makerel…Good stuff, Bob…Keep ’em coming…

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• CMStewart
  July 31st, 2011 at 12:58 pm

  A poetic reflection of the human condition. I especially like the use of the word “ticked” and the complimentary ice imagery.

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