She looked at the mantle as she kept singing “Wish I knew you when you were young…so Friday night, holy ghost, take me to your next level.
She was contemplative, but ok. She had been collecting these now for over a decade. She had worked hard these years to be good, honest and just there for everyone. But so many were wretched.
She passed her finger across them all. It was time. She picked up the deep maroon vessel and drank it quickly. She gulped and smiled.
She then grabbed the floral yellow vessel, whispered goodbye, and headed to the back yard. She then buried it next to many others wishing it well.
She returned and made some coffee and headed into work.
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