Toks Abiose

  • Toks Abiose

‘Who wears white to a friend’s funeral?’ Helen thought, picking up her purse to leave. As the newly deceased and freshly interred, she had planned on staying until their goodbyes, but these people showed little respect for life. Mrs Hannigan had agreed to play host – provided her regulars were undisturbed - and Helen’s father, presently composing a food-shopping list, could leave money behind the bar to cover the obligatory toast. Enough! Even the mirror favoured angels over ghosts, as fallen Helen rose to leave; and Grace, resplendent in white, continued to torment her friend in death, as she had in life.

Seed by Toks Abiose. Photograph by Willy Ronis.