The urn arrived unceremoniously, lighter than expected. It looked out of place wherever he set it down. All her clothes already sent to charity, leaving the closet empty; he put her on a shelf there, away from the yellow sunlight. Another wish he ignored, holding the rest of us hostage. The dust comes as it does.

Christopher Scammell is a writer based in Port Saint Lucie, Florida. Their work explores memory, loss, and the quiet fractures in human relationships.