My newest (quickly compiled, hope the best, attempt under pressure) (un)gendered short-story for STORGY.
Send Her Away
You can call me whatever you like. My mother calls me Angela. Something like angels Grandma says when I sit next to her bed at Lazy Acre Home breaking graham crackers at their perforated lines. I don’t know of any Grandpa but Mother had to come from somewhere. Nurse Stell brings in metal trays covered in crackers from the cafeteria – trays like the ones she brings Grandma’s mints in on. You’ll understand one day darlin’, Nurse Stell said as she set the tray down. Something like angels Grandma says each time Nurse Stell came in, when she left, when I went to use the bathroom, when I came back.
I liked Grandma’s toilet with its railed sides. I’d take off my pants and underwear and set them on her shower seat – I could balance over her toilet and pee – just like that. Like…
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