My Sister Signed Papers Before I Was Dead

water made a soft tapping sound against the glass, and the hospital room had one bad fluorescent bulb that buzzed like a trapped fly. I counted buzzes. Don’t ask me why. The brain grabs trash when it can’t grab anything else.

Vanessa was in the room with my mother.

My mother was crying.

Not big crying. Small, annoyed crying, like tears were an inconvenience.continue reading …