Mother
by admin on Mar.16, 2013, under Syndicated from the Web
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The sound came from my mother’s mouth, as she lay dying. A terrible lonely sound. A foreign sound, like a deep low clicking and gurgling. They told me it was the death rattle. And that I could expect her death within the next twelve hours.
And they were right.
That was the first time I had ever heard such an ugly sound.
The second time was five nights after her funeral, as I sat alone in her small empty house.
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