I have a minor obsession with stories about grief. This is a lovely example of that and I kind of adored this in particular. I loved the way it danced back and forth between the different sections and I just all around really, really enjoyed this.
This is story is pretty much why I love short fiction. It’s stunning and pretty and wonderful and chilling. It sinks into your bones and echoes in your mind. It’s creepy and gorgeous and one of those stories that may be short but is powerful in its brevity.