• RebekahWSD@lemmy.world
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    6 days ago

    I don’t remember the name. My mother asked me to help her clean out the house of a deceased friends some fair distance away so we had to hotel for the night.

    The door would not lock. We shoved a desk in front of it.

    I then spent the entire night on a rock hard bed next to my mother slowly melting from the heat, staring at the ribs of the ceiling as though I was inside the great whale before passing out. I woke up slick with sweat and vomitous. The table was fine though. Held the door shut.

    Guy had already found a new woman to move in and wanted his dead wife’s stuff gone. Miserable trip.