Diary of a KillJoy

We buried them today, out in the back. We sit beside them now, Mini Ray and I. We talk about the past, when I was with them, when I wasn’t. It all interlaces, we are joined by memories now. Mini Ray is my best friend, my sister, my equal. We both miss them. We laugh, remembering the guys nickname for me, Mini Ghoul. Even now, sitting by the mounds covering our family’s bodies, we still pretend they’re sitting there smirking at us as they fix the transmitter. Now, it’s mine and Mini Ray’s job to set the transmitter everyday.