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Last Week’s Memoir #4

Art by Paul Rios

Editor’s Note: The Last Week’s Memoir series is a collaborative story written by Jake Corbin, Bryce McEfee and Paul Rios. View previous LWM Serial No.1 entries to read the story from the beginning.


The truck eased to a stop. Without hesitation, Larry got out not saying a word and went straight to the back to start unloading. Andy halfheartedly popped out of his seat onto the grey, cracked paved road, gave a long deep yawn and a big stretch while he quizzically stared at the dilapidated building in front of him. The wind whistled through the forsaken streets, nothing to obstruct its path between buildings besides debris of the past.

Andy couldn’t fathom who would be in this forgotten sector of town. Did they live here? Why in the world would they need a mattress unless they did? Andy had heard all the stories while growing up. Why would anyone call this place home?

“Will you please hurry over here? We do not have all day.”

Mid mind lapse, Andy was pulled back down to reality. He had a job to do. Still pondering, he scrambled over to the back of the truck to help haul the mattress order out to deliver.

“Who is this order for again?”

“Did you not understand my instructions earlier? I told you if you had any further inquiries, you could consult the order detail.”

“Oh, right.” Andy grabbed the scanner and thumbed down to the name on the order.

Name: Ms. Candle

“Ms.? I would never of guessed that one.” Confused as ever, Andy set down the scanner, helped lift up the mattress and headed for the front door.


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