PseudoPod 322: Cry Room
“Cry Room” was inspired by events that occurred a few years back. The line between fiction and reality is probably not where you’d expect.
by Ted Kosmatka
Around him, ladies fanned themselves in the heat, dressed in their Sunday finest. At the front of the church, the minister began. He was an older gentleman, narrow and angular as the church itself. Somewhere up ahead, among the sea of blue hair and balding pates sat his cousin Jason—along with Jason’s wife, her grandparents, and other assorted relation, both close and distant, all here for the special occasion.
Mitch came from Steel people, north counties, Hammond and East Chicago. But these were rural people down here. Farm people. His cousin’s wife’s side. In Indiana, an hour south might have been another world.
His daughter was good for the first minutes of the minister’s sermon. Then it began: she slid down his knee to the floor.