“Home” – Short Story

A lot of people like to ask me what the last thing I really saw was. It’s
understandable, I guess—it’s more comfortable when everything fits together
like it has some meaning. They’re hoping for an answer like ‘my reflection in
the window’ (‘you’re such a pretty girl Lana, it’s such a shame’), ‘my favourite
teacher smiling at me from the front of the science class,’ oblivious of course,
to the overheating glass full of chemicals counting down beside me. A white
dove being released into the clouds by the Virgin Fucking Mary herself,
perched atop the domed playground as she raised her arms in blessing.
Something symbolic, something meaningful. … More “Home” – Short Story