VindicatedStallion

As I aged, the days leading up to and out of the sickness stayed clear and smooth in my mind, as if dipped in glass and set upon my desk to remind me whenever I passed.  I remember there being some calm, scientific hubbub in a lab somewhere, then warnings spread thin and sparse across radios and walls.  It wasn’t until mom got sick that anything began to feel threatening, and it wasn’t until they ran out of room in the graveyards that it began to sink in.  We drove her body all over town, trying to find somewhere clean and good to take her, but eventually brought her back home.  I dug the grave.  It was deep, with beautiful, straigh