Jason Whitaker

Writer

Sunday, February 27, 2022

Mary and Rose:

Mary and Rose stand in front of a grave.

Mary: Why do you visit this grave?

Rose: Why wouldn’t I visit his grave?

Mary: Your father is buried over there.

Rose looks at the headstone. She bends slightly.

Rose: Who is this? Why didn’t you tell me before now?

Mary: I don’t know who this is but you always had the nicest conversations.

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February 27, 2022

Fiction, poetry, short story, writing

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