Malvern…

she always complained of bein’ cold…never warm ‘nough for her…hours she’d just lay back in that Lazy-Boy shiverin’…sleepin’ ‘casionally…mumblin’ incoherently…always bringin’ up the past…never heard her talk of the present or the future…every sentence’d start with…,Do you remember the time…., then she’d go into some mumbled diatribe ’bout Malvern…talkin’ just to hear herself talk…she wondered if she were really alive…or if it was all just one big dream…

and she never went outside…big Sun settin’ in the Southwestern sky and she’d be curled-up in that Lazy-Boy…snorin’ in between words spoke by Pat Sajak as he’d spin that wheel for one last try at hope…a vacation getaway…new car…somethin’ to wish for…

then one day she was just gone…the Lazy-Boy was empty…t.v. was off…nobody saw her leave…or walk…didn’t see her float off to the great beyond…she was just gone…disappeared…leavin’ behind nothin’ but that recliner…we put it out in the garage…’case she come back…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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