Against her better judgement, Elsa returned to her mother’s house for her aunt’s funeral. The living room especially was just the way she left it: plastic covered all of the important pieces of furniture, even all five lamp shades. Mrs. Divers would remove everything in time for visitors after the service, but in the meantime, her daughter slowly became glued to the couch’s plastic cover as she sipped her coffee from a bone china cup. While her mother attempted to catch her up on three years’ worth of news, Elsa had a crazy vision of her mother covered in plastic to keep her as good as new, the red and white writing on the dry cleaning bag imprinting a diagonal pattern across her face.
Funeral – Fragment #8