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When he asked, she said yes. When he asked why, she had no answer. She could not answer the man she was about to marry, but can she answer a total stranger she encounters in a cemetery?
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
Have you ever found yourself standing in the aisle at the local market looking at a woman in her eighties, hunched, grey, not just her hair but her flesh, her life. She shuffles along with some invisible weight tied to her insides, pulling her, wrestling her day in and day out, toward the grave.
Yet, she fights. Not because she has family or friends. Not because she has work on this earth left to do. Not because of love. You can tell she is alone, miserable, hating each breath she takes. She fights the grave so she can go home, sit in her chair, drink her cocktail, smoke her cigarettes and call the people on the news rubes and freaks. She fights because the fight is all she has left. It’s all that keeps her on this earth. She lives to fight and fights to live.
You can see her entire life as she halts by you, grabs a can of tuna, wheezes for breath, wishing she could just have someone do this for her so she could be outside smoking right now. There is no one. No one for her, with her, near her. No one thinking about her. Waiting for her…
