I'm finally at the little cabin. It's so cold. The kind of cold that aches deep into your bones. I need to start a fire. Thankfully I'd stacked some dry wood stockpiled in the unfinished garage. I've never been here without Mary. Mary, Mary quite contrary. How does your garden grow? It doesn't. All your plants are dying Mary. Soon I'll be like one of your unattended houseplants. I thought I'd feel closer to you being in our special place. I don't. I feel neglected like this place. Full of cobwebs and dust. It's so hard to breathe without you Mary. How can I feel cold and hot at the same time? Before I met you I never felt things very deeply. Not that I was shallow or anything, just a practical sort. I never thought anyone could sweep me off my feet. That stuff is just in the movies or for pimply faced teenagers. Now here I am alone and sobbing worse than any hormonal teenager ever could. "God why did you give me the love of my life only to take her from me far too soon? We were about to enjoy our honeymoon phase once again. Our four little women all flew the coup. For some people this brings them sadness. For me I felt like I'd have my bride back and the adventures had only just begun. I guess I'll go chop some extra firewood. Gotta stay busy.
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4 Sisters of the Apocalypse
Fantasy10 years into the future four sisters discover they have unusual super powers. While reading the journals of their recently deceased mother she supernaturally speaks to them from the past. (Mary died suddenly due to a newly released hyper-virus by...
