hauntedleg

I was just sitting there minding my own business when– BOOM– my life was changed. Well, I suppose 'boom' isn't exactly the proper interjection to describe how the change came about. It was not such a sudden event as the word 'boom' likely implies, nor was the event exactly pleasant to begin with, as my introduction may have suggested. Being evicted is not often a major improvement in one's life. Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. Allow me to explain. It was a warm day the year before last– warm for the first of January, that is. It was one of those days when the sky is a strange, lifeless shade of gray-mauve, completely devoid of any for

She is unfortunate enough to be named Elidia, but he calls her Scarlett. Rather, he called her Scarlett. She still needs to get accustomed to thinking of him in the past tense. That's because he died. Last week, after a severe reaction to bad oysters. He was only sixty-seven years old, not really so ancient at all. Sad isn't it? She's a mere fifty-nine, just a spring duckling, seven and three-quarter years his junior. He teases her, calling her a "trophy wife". No– teased her. Past tense. She really needs to work on this. It's just hard to think of someone with whom you spent the majority of your life as being gone. Right from the first mom