The Dust Bearer (A Work of Fiction)

Photo by sydney Rae on Unsplash

There are folks who might say that the best part of me died the day I buried my wife, and I’d don’t suppose I’d argue. You see, there wasn’t a whole lot of good in me to start with, and truth be told, it was pretty much a fast slide downhill from the day I buried her.

Nessa and me, we met at a keg party just a few days after I finished doing a two year stretch in federal time, for mulin’ a suitcase…