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SHJ Issue 15
Fall 2016

Choosing a Future

by OB Laureate Lloyd

I go to the local mortuary to vote. Beardsley’s 
is a white two story colonial with a lush lawn. 

Been by many times but never inside. In the foyer 
a man that looks like me, white hair and beard, 

points to the viewing room, a red, white, and blue 
voting sign on the door. Inside a woman in her seventies 

that looks like my sister gives me a ballot and I step 
inside a cardboard voting booth that appears to be 

a patriotic casket on end. I’m feeling light-headed; 
embalming fluid? My blurred choice between 

Cicero and Eugene Debs, is Eleanor Roosevelt. 
I vote other officials and rule revisions for my 

grandchildren, as my future is pretty well played out. 
Economy, democracy, me; how long? My sister asks 

if I’m all right, No, I say, and give her my ballot. 
I talk to my brother about funeral services. 

He shows me a wake-room where thirty people 
can celebrate my life. About the right number I say 

and take his card. I step around dog poop on the lawn 
and think all voting should be done at funeral homes 

with dogs marauding around as making big life 
choices should consider mortality and all that shit.


SHJ Issue 15
Fall 2016

OB Laureate Lloyd

(aka Lloyd Hill) is an Open Mike member of the Drunk Poet’s Society, winner of City Beat Fiction 101, and winner of the Musings poetry contest. His work appears in three San Diego Community College literary anthologies, and he’s an Actor in Acting Out Theater.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury