Kathy Maddox spends all Saturday picking up Jim’s t-shirts, his underwear and the never-ending trails of socks around the house. Jim died three years ago. Throughout the week she would get an article of clothing from the laundry basket that she kept his clothes in and place them around the house.
Although he was a slob, he was never short of affection for Kathy. He would always have a candle lit dinner prepared for his high school sweet heart when she came home from work. He was an aspiring writer so it was easy for him to follow her to college right after high school. How she missed the times they would sit on the couch and she would be snuggled up tight on his chest and his arm draped over her shoulder and running his fingers through her hair.
“Kathy, it’s been three years. You need to move on darling,” her mom would say.
How could she?
“Kathy, I have a friend who’d I like you to meet,” her co-worker Janice would say.
How could she betray him?
“Jim,” she would cry out, “why did you have to leave me.”
As she sits on the toilet, clutching the oyster shaped pill canister in her hands with tears running down her face. She swallows.
"Jim I'm sorry. I need to get laid," she said feeling liberated.
No comments:
Post a Comment