Sally Attends Her Own Funeral

A short story

Photo by Diego Lozano on Unsplash

It’s one in the afternoon, and who would have thought so many people would come to see me dead?

“Oh, Sally had such a good heart,” my neighbor says, pretending to wipe a tear or two.

Spare me, you old wench. Two weeks ago, after two noise complaints, I didn’t necessarily have a good heart.