We invite Auntie to tea. Hiding our lips behind flowery teacups, we peep at her. She is lamb chops, shoulder of mutton, pinkish slices. And we are hungry young ladies.
“How are you?” we enquire politely. Meaning, when are you going to die?
“In good health,” she replies nervously. “Beeah!”
Frances Gapper lives in the UK’s Black Country, land of Chaucerian English and Tolkienesque topography. Her micros ‘Plum Jam’ (FlashBack Fiction), ‘She’s Gone’ (Wigleaf) and ‘For a Widow’ (Twin Pies) appeared in Best Microfiction 2019/21/22.