Cardboard Casket

A Short Story.

She sat up straight in the old chair, covered in stained fabric. It was the kind of chair you’d find in a doctor’s waiting room with hard wooden arms her flesh stuck to. Maybe she was getting sick, she thought. Her skin was warm and the room was cold, lacking any air circulation. Aside from a dusty, fake tree in the corner, the chairs and the mahogany desk they sat in front of, the only other form of decoration was a small…