Inviolable, Experienced Writer Destroys Recent Workshop Graduate
PRIOR TO THE FUNERAL, websites and apps didn’t stop buzzing about the incident. It seemed so improbable that a staid grandma could have done such a thing. It seemed even more unlikely that someone of her era would have dared.
The guilty party had been a moldy oldie; vintage late 1950s, gray hair, saggy belly, misplaced vivaciousness. She seemed incapable of firing up media volleys. Surely, no one of her ilk ought to have been equipped to actualize social murder.
Yet, everyone has triggers. Sometimes, it’s fame. Other times, it’s fortune. Occasionally, it’s exhaustion. At the time of the skirmish, the perpetrator had been run-down, very run-down.
That elder had just hosted all of her married children and their ill-behaved
