Since I have an exam tomorrow, and I recently rediscovered some short stories (that still need a lot of extra work – don’t get me wrong!) on my laptop, I’ve decided to wimp out of actually writing anything and simultaneously give you all a break in the form of a story. “So sorry dear. How is your mother?” My reply is the same each time. “Thank you for coming. She’s well, thank you.” We repeat this over and over and over. Shaking the damp and wrinkled hands, faces scrunched with pity. The procession marches on, an sea of black upon which crumpled parchment faces float from one wave to the…