New And Old Things That Are Or Are Not Real

The 101-year-old woman in the passenger seat of my car was my great aunt Deirdre. I was assigned the task of taking her home after christmas dinner. I never realized she lived this far away. In fact, every meter we travelled added two meters in front of us, and the air became as thick as molasses. As the accelerator got closer to the floor, Deirdre's skin became syrupy and discolored. By the time we reached her house she had fallen into a coma, and by the time we reached the front door, she was dead. Driving back to my house I thought of her, and when I reached it she was there, holding my tomb open for me. I climbed inside and gently set myself down. As my eyes closed, the last sound I would ever hear became the closing of a coffin door.