Funeral

The funeral had better snacks than my wedding. People lingered longer, too–less out of love than obligation. I raised a glass to the deceased and thought, “Finally, a party where ghosting is encouraged.” Even the corpse seemed relieved, slouching in its box like someone who’d just dodged another Monday.

***Faster than a speeding gummy, able to leap small buildings at a single bound Flash Fiction is a guaranteed page turner.

⚠️ Satire rules here. If you are looking for facts, bring your own. If you are looking for spiritual, economic, or moral counseling, try prayer. Just do not bring any lawyers around this entertainment-only venue.