Grandad’s company manufactured them classic claw-leggedCast iron wood-burning fireplaces. Grandma was a first-rate
Arsonist; you might’ve read about her work in a history book.
She “allegedly” started two remarkably tragic infernos. Soleil
And Flint, the premie twins, were cremated. I was fired from
My last four jobs, and I am on my way to being fired from a
Fifth. Which is a good look in a family of fire aficionados, but
Not so much in the eyes of the government institutions that
Decide if you do or do not qualify for employment insurance.
I don’t take it personally, but I do take after my grandmother.
Sue J. Levon writes and resides in Tiohtià:ke/Montreal, Canada. Their work has appeared in Prairie Fire, The Malahat Review, and The Antigonish Review, among others.
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