Someone Else's Bucket List

by Amy T. Matthews

That was the thing about death, it put someone out of reach forever. You could never, ever ask them a question, ever again.

Grief was a bitch. It screwed everything up.

Fear is just a part of life.

been thinking about how natural death is. How it’s just another part of life, another cliff to jump from . . . another trip to take.”

“You never really have someone,” the speaking pixels said, “not forever. You just get them for a little while, if you’re lucky. And you never know how long you have them for.”