Sophie Goes Home

The following was a micro-short or "flash fiction" piece I wrote some years back. Hope it means something to you. Half a lifetime ago, Sophie drove a 1964 Chrysler with a clutch ground down like a third grader’s pencil and every radio button tuned to WKIK—“Kickin’ Country.” Now the funeral was over and the dreaded going home day had arrived. For that, she would give her driver the day off, arrive home at the helm, just like on the day she’d left. Only instead of the coughing Chrysler, Sophie had chosen the hunter green Cadillac, buffed to the point that one could read small print in its reflection. Two stations were still tuned to “Kickin’ Country.” She surveyed the façade, noting the cra