Death and Dying, Dying and Death
By sean mcnulty
On the way home from my last short story, there was a young man on the train wearing clothes that made him look like the most polished clean young man in the world. He was sitting next to me.
If I find them reading on the bus, I always sneak a look at what it is they are reading.
In this particular sneak, I was able to make out the title of the chapter that this polished clean young man was reading. The chapter was ‘Death and dying’. I couldn’t make out any of the chapter’s other words.
I didn’t even see what the title of the book itself was. ‘Death and dying’ only.
‘Death and dying’ was all I really needed to write this story.