My earliest memory was mother holding me over father’s coffin telling me to kiss him. I did, and spent my life looking for dead men to kiss.
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Elizabeth Moura has had stories, poetry and photos published in online and paper publications. She lives in a converted factory and works with elders in a small town.
What a startling story…and ending! The truth if it like a jolt of light, a true surprise, not what the title leads us to expect..
What Mary said. Stunning.
Yes. Just, yes. Very good.