UnfortunatelyLit By Adam St. Pierre
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Please let me be a part of your day. Seal my ashes in a wooden box and let me rest on the mantle. Let me be an ice-breaker at parties and a constant reminder. Let my aura haunt the children peeking under my lid. Let me be a nuisance when you have to clean. I would make a good coaster, would I not? Let me be what you need—stored away in a cardboard box, misplaced in a move, or sold at the yard sale. Or take me to Antiques Roadshow. Have me appraised. Fifty dollars, they say, maybe more if cleaned.
Adam St.Pierre was bought at a yard sale and has been a good coaster for Raconteur magazine, Sunday Night Bombers, and The Metaworker. He rests on a mantle in Toronto. Read more about him on his website at arstp.itch.io
Why we chose this piece: The premise of this tiny piece is lovely and (literally) haunting. The longing in the narrator’s voice is visceral yet tinged with humor. Each image is specific and roots us in the narrator’s old life. Adam examines grief and self-worth with a grace that resonated with us a lot.
