Choose Wisely
My first funeral was my grandmother’s funeral.
I was twelve.
Two weeks later, my second funeral was for a classmate.
She was not yet twelve.
Chris was a shy, simple girl, a good student.
She had a small smile, was introverted.
I had not bothered getting to know her.
I might have thrown her an occasional “hi”.
She had a friend already.
Joyce.
I have thought of Chris for fifty-four years.
Choices can haunt you for the rest of your life…
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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