Transcend (part 2)

I knew for a fact, though Horace would never have fessed up, that that’s exactly what he’d been hoping for—to slip away. Of course I don’t mean he was hoping in the same way you hope that no one will notice the frayed hem of your skirt in church, or how old your car is if you keep it clean enough. Horace never gave a hoot about any of that. He’s been as solid as they come. Except for this one thing. What I call his “fascination” with death.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s