It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, my mom was supposed to come back, not this hag. I said the necromancy incantation exactly the way I was told to. I pronounced every word just the way the person smoking weed and doing shots behind my favorite 7/11(they have the best gas station sushi). The woman, who wasn’t my mother, wore a ragged white wedding gown, and as she sat on a bench blood red roses bloomed around her. She looked to be in so much pain and she screamed at me while flailing her limbs, it was quite disheartening and sad to watch. No matter how sad or disheartening, it really didn’t seem like a me problem, so I quickly left, fuming about not being able to bring my mother back to to life. As I walked through the dark graveyard, I though of all the choice words for that high toalla de papel empapada behind my favorite sushi joint. And I think I’ll get some sushi while I’m at it.