Sabrina Stoessinger stopped my heart.

23 Sep

That pretty much sums it up. I read this flash fiction the other day at Everyday Genius, and the punch in the last sentence stopped my heart for a second. That’s all there is to it. Just read it.

Five-year-olds do not understand funerals and wonder why Uncle Mac is here when he’s only supposed to be here at Christmas. And who are all these other people? And why is everyone so quiet all the time? When five-year-olds hear about cremation they cry because they’re scared that the great big fire that everyone talks about will hurt their father like it hurts their little fingers when they touch the stove. Five-year-olds do not understand heaven and wonder constantly where it is and ask questions over and over again and want to know why their father had to go there and why he can’t stay here.

Read the rest at Everyday Genius.

2 Responses to “Sabrina Stoessinger stopped my heart.”

  1. sabrina September 24, 2011 at 6:59 pm #

    thank you for your wonderful compliment and for linking my story 🙂

    • ce. September 26, 2011 at 8:24 am #

      you’re welcome, of course. i think i sent it to at least 10 friends via links over IM before I even posted it here. it’s such a great piece.

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