This is Not My Obituary

Wuv Momma

September 11th, 1951

The engine purred as the breaks on the cherry-red pick up truck squealed outside the Jia's residence, the screen door standing alone against the late summer's scorching heat. A young, attractive, 22-year-old Mr. Ren stepped out of the vehicle and jogged up the small set of concrete steps leading to the door. A delightful song wafted through the home as Miss Jia hummed a cheery tune to herself, tapping against the kitchen's tile flooring with her bare feet and wiping her oil covered hands on her apron. The radio played lowly on the sil of the large window between the dining room and the living area. Not much had been unpacked yet, the young woman of 19 having just moved to the small farm town.

As the lovely lady read a few more lines in her recipe book about the unformed loaf of dough in front of her, a gentle tapping came at her door, startling her a bit. She turned to face the oddity, but found a man standing just outside. "Hm." She let out a passive hum before untying her flour clad apron and walking towards the door and letting it swing open.

"Hello," she smiled as her mind went straight to her feet. "Oh I'm sorry!" She clambered, trying to cover one bare foot with the other, earning a kind hearted chuckle from the male on her front stoop. He was handsome, with his boyish smile and dark, brown eyes with long lashes brimming them. The neatly kept hair whisped in the summer's humidity, but made no dent on his already charming appearance.

"Don't be, I'm the intruder, I'm sorry I must've come at a bad time." He spoke evenly, a small smile reveling the crooked, but adorable nature of his pearly set of teeth.
"No, no not at all, I was just-" she turned back to eye the mess she had been formulating in her new kitchen. "I was just making some bread."

"Oh, I see, well may I come in?" He asked, stepping forward.
"Oh! Oh wait who are you?" Miss Jia laughed shortly, pushing the man back a bit.

"Oh forgive me," he started as he reached out for the young woman's hand. "I'm Mr. Ren, the grocery man. I deliver for almost all the ladies here in town and was just wondering if I could count on your business?" He explained, clearly a professional at explaining his trade.

"Oh, that's wonderful. Uhm, well come in and I'll make a decision." She smiled as she widened the door and allowed the man to enter.

"May I offer you something to drink?" She asked as she pulled a stray chair out from the living room and sat the young man in it. "No, thank you." He declined. She just nodded and went back to her unfinished bread.

"You live here with your husband?" Mr. Ren inquired, sitting back against the thin cushioning that hung on the back of the wooden rocking chair Miss Jia had fetched.

"No, I'm not married. I just graduated beauty school and decided I wanted to move to one of these small towns and open myself up a beauty parlor." She dreamed aloud as her brain wandered towards her goal. She had worked hard for that certificate and intended to use it as soon as she possibly could.

"I see. Isn't that nice." Mr. Ren grinned, a small blush coloring Jia's cheeks.

"I assume you don't have any children then?" He asked again.
"No. No children. Oh but I love them. I've always wanted kids. A boy and a girl." She gushed.

The two continued talking, soon an hour had passed, then two, then it had gotten to the point where the sun was sinking behind the town's skyline, though not very impressive, it was still a beautiful sight.

Mr. Ren, who had requested just to be called 'Ren' held Miss Jia's hips closer to his own, her own request being that of just 'Jia'.

A frighteningly encapsulating tune floated around the newly introduced couple as they collided in dance, a slight buzz being shared between the two of them. Jia held her back flush to the older's chest as they swayed scathingly against each other's bodies. The living room had been cleared of the many boxed that had been cluttering the space and made room for a small dance floor. A half empty bottle of wine sat on a makeshift table as Jia was flipped to face the man, a drunk gaze coating her eyes. She wasn't thinking of how badly she'd regret this in the morning, or how quickly these two had fallen into a hex.