My mother hadn’t spoken to me since she woke me up at eight. “Wake up,” she’d said. “It’s time.” Then she closed the door to
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R. B. Miner is a New York City native, Army veteran, and occupational dilettante. His stories have appeared or are forthcoming in Rock and a Hard Place Magazine, Soliloquies Anthology, and Bullshit Lit. He lives in Kansas City with his wife, daughter, and dog.