27 February 2013
A drive through the park, same time everyday, she sits in the same position, with her sad look of gray.
I can't recall the last time she moved, she always wears those shades, she looks rather pale, as her life color fades.
I ask her if she would like to eat, nothing but that silent stare, pulling into the a local cafe, as if she doesn't really care.
I quickly exit the driver side, proceed to the left rear door, the door opens in a smooth glide, as her dead body falls outside.
Not to make a scene, I throw her back in, she slouches to the floor, a death of silence on the ride back, of this I'm sure.
Driving Mrs. Dead • Opuss № I