Buying a suit for a funeral

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Buying a suit for a funeral. Not sure whether to go traditional or for something more fashionable. Ideally I want to get some repeat use out of it. The sombre option feels poor value in comparison, but is the fashionable option seen as disrespectful? With my time left, I don’t want to limit my options. Maybe I worry too much. And besides, once I’m in the ground, none of my guests will see it anyway.

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This 75-word story first appeared on Paragraph Planet.

Somewhere there is a memorial bench with my name on it

somewhere there is a memorial bench with my name on it

Somewhere there is a memorial bench with my name on it. Has to be with a common name like mine. My research finds several, and so I pick the nearest, where I sit and pretend to be a ghost. I wait all day for people to come and ask, waiting to surprise them with my big reveal. But no-one asks, no-one comes to the stranger on the bench, who may as well be dead already.

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This 75-word story first appeared on Paragraph Planet.

The Urge

Approaching the edge of the rooftop I have an urge to jump off.

This sensation is common when scavenging the upper floors. It is a form of high place phenomenon, typified by the healthy desire to jump off an edge. This urge comes fromĀ contradictory signals generated by the brain – the backing away from an edge, reinforcing the conclusion that you were always going to jump.

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Monsters in the Closet

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We spend our days playing in the closet.

In our imagination it is a spaceship, a doorway to other worlds, a portal that can travel through time. In the darkness we act out our fantasies, constructing the characters of our narrative. We play with the treasures that surround us – costumes in boxes, paperwork on shelves, trinkets that remind us of our parents.

We play all day in the closet, waiting for the door to be unlocked once more.