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Low life

The woman laid out in the coffin in front of us wasn’t Mum

14 September 2019

9:00 AM

14 September 2019

9:00 AM

The receptionist with brown lipstick showed my son and me into a faultless waiting room, whose centrepiece was a big colour photograph of out-of-focus lavender florets.

A couplet written underneath said:

I’m the colourful leaves when autumn comes around
And the pure white snow that blankets the ground.

Had we made an appointment, she asked.

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