Teague Heartfjord

Older and Louder – by Teague Hartford

Back in the day, my grandmothers, who weren’t nearly as ancient as I imagined at the time, got to focus their energies on things like visiting their grown children and beating the crap out of their grandchildren at Chinese checkers. I grew up when old folks still hung out in rocking chairs on their porches for real, not just in the movies, and they were to be respected regardless of their behavior. There was something respectful just about making it past 70 back then.
Teague Heartfjord

The Necessary Migration of Stuff – by Teague Hartford

An elderly woman was admitted to the ICU in her 90s and she was in horrible health all around. They cleaned her and tucked her in to die in peace, but the odor emanating from her demanded that they investigate further. Her fists were both clenched tightly. They finally pried them open. Evidently the woman had grabbed some bread at some point long ago and held on for dear life, as though it would infuse life into her through some sort of osmosis perhaps. Ironically, it of course came to life itself with maggots who were munching away at her flesh.