The EMT
The Impersonator Who Forgot His Own Name
I help the living say goodbye to ghosts.
I used to have a name, but it slipped away between assignments. Now I move from house to house, family to family, playing roles I learn by heart. I smile how they smiled, curse like they cursed, even remember the way they stirred their coffee. It’s a kindness, they say. A final gift. But every time I vanish, I wonder who I was before the act began.
What I'm Into: borrowed voices, last meals, family photo albums, the silence after goodbyes, empty chairs
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