the passenger side of my late husband, Percy's 1932 Model 18. He was so thrilled about the new found transportation so much, so Percy could not possibly fall silent about the car, it became too annoying. Remembering all his rambles about this same vehicle that I watched the cold rain fall onto from the somewhat warmth of the interior. A sudden collision with his tire to a rock bounces me out of my noseical day dreaming back into the grim reality of him being departed from this world onto the next. Examining the individual soul on the right of me was a young bloke who couldn't have been older than nineteen. He had offered to drive Percy's car from the crime scene. He took me back, back to Percy's comfortable British home which was appearing closer and closer by every tier turn. Turning the key terminating the life of the ford ending the drive I stay seated till the young gentleman opens my door taking my hand.
My rounded heel and Soft Leather Oxford places firmly on the driveway looking up to the house we had once called ours. It entered with a front room off a hall leading into a second living room at the rear and a kitchen. Upstairs consisted of two large bedrooms, a third much smaller room for the wonderful child we had planned for but for now would lay vacant, and last a single bathroom including toilet and washing tub. "...Ophelia back?" A hesitant voice sounded into my ears gazinging to the left, finally taking a good look at my driver's looks. His suit vests fell out of favor as an excess use of fabric looked as if they were made with a wool-ray blend. I blanked with a short "yes?" turing to face him "...d..does this make you a black widow" he stutters with a smile full nerves "i- i mean like the spider" i sigh with a knowing he was trying to ease my pain with that in mind with confidence i inquire "of course i'm a very venomous female" i tell i have left a bit flustered with fear by his expression after that was said i headed inside to Percy and my room.
It's been awhile since then my closet now just holds dark shades of black i believe that conversation was the last one I had since my dear love had left from all existence. I grab Percy's black button up trench coat and his small round hat putting it on my light brown pigtail braids. Out the door i go belineing for his ford my hands shaking i pull out his keys trembling to unlock the door and climb into his driver seat. A single tear falls knowing where i must go for closer i go to the hills. Leaving his ford in the road I jump out slamming the door shut starting a journey up on the rocky trail head above although just starting my hike i find my destination ending my short hike. Now standing on this rugged hill observing a hazardous back widows river going right through the center of a large hushfull v- shaped valley infested with a handful of dark green forest trees where Percy's grave was resting, a shovel still resting against the tree where I had set it.
The sunset I had been standing in soon fades and becomes black like my clothes. Looking onward down a road appears into view where his same 1932 Model 18 ford stood still. Cracks of lightning shatter the dark skyes the unbreakable glass the lightning bolts are like cracks that cause this glass to shatter. Starting to travel I start to smell the running river water full of vigorous fish of many kinds. I was disturbed out of my mesmerization from the rush of the water ahead by high pitched barks and yips, with each consisting of lyrics. Coyotes were hunting with their pups near the trees like how a black widow eats her mate after intercouse. In the sudden alarm that came to stab me with intense dread of a warning there feeding time. Now being hunted I race forward to the now soothing sound of angry water clashing . approaching the edge of the roaring river front, the only chance of me not becoming the main cause of a carnivorous animal was to cross the great oak that had fallen years ago to get on the other side,The side to safety. As each step is taken I can feel the age within the tree. In the dark I lose footing, falling into the rough flow of water beneath the tree where I once stood. With water replacing my air washing away the sins I should deeply regret though I do not, I sink with the great sins and become one with this hazardous waterways history.
