This Is Why You Will Be My Forever
Horacius settled nicely into his lounge chair within the comforts of his study. Flashbacks drowned like waves into the deepest abscess of his soul. Life had played such a cruel hand in the last few years.
Since Molly died, he coped with alcohol and through his contract job as a cleaning attendant for a private investigation firm. Apart from work, he kept himself occupied through rounds of Solitaire, gardening and offering repair services to the community. Most weekends were spent at home or, at the persuasion of his step-son Kyle, to participate in regular volunteering activities with the elderly at Midvale Nursing Home.
As he lit up his cigarette and stood in contemplation on the verandah…
A vision of her in a lovely gingham summer dress, her frazzled locks in a loose braid appeared before him. In this particular moment she was prancing around the kitchen, opening condiments and sauces at the counter. Even the slightest memory jogged could evoke a feeling of warmth.
“Now I know why we will never need Dial-A-Pizza” He remembered saying to her, his voice a low whisper as he joined her in the kitchen, gingerly wiping some grease from the nape of her neck. “Well… it’s not like you do any of the work around here anyway!” Beneath the veneer of that saccharine smile was a remark that sliced through the air — one…
