Finally, after four long years, I’m free!
I can use the bathroom and take a shower without a tiny partner. I can finish a cup of coffee while it’s still hot.
Oh, the possibilities! I could even read quietly or even watch a non-animated television show.
I miss her already.
Marcus Benjamin Ray Bradley grew up in Perryville and now lives in Versailles, KY, with his wife and daughters. He wonders if his wife will feel this way in three years.
That spring, after a winter-long surge of solar flares disturbed Earth’s rotation, throwing calendars out of whack, Easter fell on a Tuesday. And my mother, months ahead of her oncologist’s calculations, began to rapidly decline.
“Fetch my wig,” she said from beneath her comforter. “God won’t recognize me like this.”
Over the years Bob Thurber’s work has received a long list of awards and prizes. His most recent book is a collection of brief stories titled “Nothing But Trouble”. Visit BobThurber.net.
They were married for more than 50 years. Every day they went
to the mailbox together at 4:27, even on Sundays when the mail
didn’t run. You could set your watch by them.
The Sunday after her funeral, I saw him standing at the mailbox, empty-eyed and empty-handed.
Rachel posts the writing she doesn’t hope to publish at
flutedcups.tumblr.com and thinks scrunchies are great. You can find
her Twitter at @rickit.
She finished tying his black tie before tucking it into the pink vest his fiancée picked out.
“I thought you didn’t want to be loved,” he said, looking down.
“I didn’t,” she smiled. “But sometimes people change their minds,” she whispered, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly before heading towards the sanctuary.
Alyssa Beth Galloway is an unpublished fiction and poetry writer. She enjoys watching Hitchcock films and browsing used book stores in her spare time. Galloway currently attends Southeast Missouri State University, and is seeking a career in writing.