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.


About Bob Bois

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

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