
LAST WORDS by Jayne Martin
There’s usually two of us, but it’s Christmas Eve and I got nowhere to be. Anyway, she’s just a little bit of a thing, barely 90 pounds from the looks of her. I can roll her onto the gurney. The Super found her after complaints about the smell. I don’t smell nothing no more. Fucking freezing in here. “No rent. No heat,” he said. Asshole should be charged with murder. But who’s gonna complain? Place is neat as a pin. Something my mom used to always say. Neat as a pin. Still don’t know what that means. Mom would have…