Short story. Victor lost his mother Catherine before two weeks before his fifteenth birthday. Some children's parents step out for a pack of cigarettes or a bottle of milk, and never return; Victor's mom disappeared by degrees. One morning her thumbs became transparent, from the outside in. The purplish tangle of blood vessels pulsed gently, faded to pink, and was gone before lunch; by late afternoon, she had no arms below the elbows. Victor asked her what dematerialization felt like.
|Journal||Suspect Thoughts : A Journal Of Subversive Writing|
|Publication status||Published - 1 Jul 2007|