Status Updates From Ushers

“Mrs. Keats vanished?” The kid looked briefly nettled. “No, her body was still there. I mean, whatever is inside us that makes us who we are, that went away— disappeared with her usher.” 😳

"It never seemed like dying was anything so terrible. Most of them just kind of quietly . . . went. Like someone blowing on a dandelion clock, gentle as that."

Ok yeah no I’m too scared to read this at night, I’ll circle back to this in the morning 😭

Not him living in Boston and his brother living in Albany 😭 I’m fully satttttt

Ok one last short story for the night 😴