Red Foxes
A person’s life shouldn’t be something easily summarized. It shouldn’t be possible yet here Naomi sat, with the files and bills that made up her mother’s life. All the assets her mother prepared to leave both her and her sister Chloe, when she found out she was sick. Now, in the aftermath, they were the remnants of her mother’s life. At least the house was paid off, and there was insurance to cover the medical costs—that would be horrible to deal with as a nineteen-year-old. Looking at the tiny words and long lists of billing history, Naomi would rather eat glass. What a miserable way to say goodbye, she thought bitterly. She mechanically shifted the papers to read the next one in the pile but couldn’t find the willpower to even look at the title. It was all so bland and resembled nothing of the color her mother brought to the world. She pushed the papers away in disgust; all the critical forms were filed weeks ago. Naomi looked out the window, watching C...