Messy Sentences On Death – Comfort #14

Posted on January 6, 2011


He remembered a time when he was a child, when his brother drove him to the ocean, and how he pushed in the car’s cigarette lighter and placed it against his right thumb. He thought it would be cold but it was fire, and ever since he felt like Frankenstein’s Monster — fearful of burning. He wasn’t fond of the earth either, or the ancient worms that bred there, and so decided that upon death he would be bronzed and displayed at the local university. Of course they didn’t accept him. He had spent too much time there as a graduate student. That’s how he came to be placed in the food court at the local mall, a place he was generally comfortable with.