An angel came to me that night.
At night while I tossed and turned,
My son slumbered beneath my heart.
I had a nasty feeling,
Worse that the worse nausea.
I was 7 and a half moths pregnant and the morning sickness had stopped months ago, I was scared. It was early dawn, I was alone.
He had gone out... to work...
I ran into the bath, heaved up my dinner from the night previous.
There was a bang on the door.
"Coming!" I gasped, between coughs. Something bad was coming it was if death had come to my door.
It was death... Dressed in a detective's skin, with a letter in hand.
"I was told to give this to you..."
Death came to me that day.
With out weapon on destruction and with out cloak of night.
With a fake mask smile and a black suit.
I found that day, my husband had died.
the letter I was given was his letter to me.
It was more of a short story... Our life together... in a short story, not seeming to be long enough for us... starting with a day on a beach..
