Loving Bone Girl
ShortStory 2,703 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"When I die, I want you to keep my bones.” Vasanthi floats in the dark pool, the softness of her voice punctuated by softer drops of water from stalactites. “You mean your ashes.” The best misunderstandings come from our language differences. “I’ll find you a nice urn.” Something brushes my ankle and I flinch away, peering back to where golden lantern light shows a small white fish drifting in the murk."
Content warnings 2
death-of-a-loved-onewar
Quasar links out; the story lives on Apex, where the author gets the click.