An 80-year-old lady

The local news station was interviewing an 80-year-old lady because she had just gotten married for the fourth time. The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband’s occupation. “He’s a funeral director,” she answered. “Interesting,” the newsman thought. […]

They said my husband’s de:ath was an acc:ident—a slip inside the house. Five years passed. Then the only keepsake I had of him, a small flowerpot, broke… and what spilled out of the soil made my bl00d run cold. I dropped to my knees and dialed the police without thinking.

That day, the sky looked furious, like it had made a decision to punish the earth. Thick rain crashed down from above, hitting the roof in wild, angry waves. The wind screamed through the air, shaking windows and rattling doors as if it wanted to tear the house apart. The power had gone out hours […]