Felt.Buzz Writes

-Kiss Granny goodbye, dear.

Mum gently pushes me forward.

I screw my face, shaking my head.

-‘Smells funny.

Mum and Dad exchange looks, embarrassed.

-We talked about this, honey, Dad says. It’s the chemicals.

I didn’t like Granny much when she was alive.

Less so now she’s in a box.

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