She wore ash on her face from fighting the hundred acre fire. It was a badge of courage. Once she was afraid to leave her house alone.
© 2011, Elizabeth Glixman
I mixed your ashes into paintings I was preparing for my next show; a great success, I am pleased to report, and they never found the body.
© 2011, Nathalie Boisard-Beudin
That day, on his walk, he took in sights and (l)inks of meaning;
pondered (r)egrets, (c)ash value, choices of l(if)estyle.
© 2011, Dorothee Lang
companion story to Karyn Eisler’s “Tr(ash)”