And another.
Funeral.
So little time left. The clock, inching its way on, reminding her of the final deadline. Tomorrow at 3:00 pm. She had organized things in a general way, leaving the details to the funeral parlour and the caterer. And there she sat, fretting and fidgeting, as if she had eternity on her hands. Check the weather; damned front moving in. Weather not co-operating as usual. And still the most important detail insistently unresolved. Phone ringing again. "No, not yet, I haven't decided." "Yes, of course I know it's only hours away." Interfering fools! Soon, she must decide how to die.
Restless and me ... we is short story makin' maniacs
