Decanter Gig

by Meg Pokrass

Her job was being paid to follow an elderly widow around her own house. The client had a depressed waxy smile, one that seemed stuck on her face since she lost her husband in the flood. There were the heavy sighs of the toilet and they floated around her ears. She would stand there, just outside the door while the woman allowed all of her sadness to dribble out. The sound was like something you'd find in nature. "Shhh," the old woman would say, "I'm letting go of him again."

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