Heads Before Heels

Disposable Bones

The cold, bleak, biting weather pricked at my skin, summoning my 'onesy '.
The sky was a dim Grey and the clouds were barely visible.
I was joined by a fine black-cloaked stranger.
"Funny weather, huh? " they asked.
" Indeed. "
...
There was a weak, chilly breeze teasing my back.

" I need a favor."
I looked up at the individual. Smart. Attractive. Diligent looking.

"What?"

"I need you to take care of some dirty business for me.. "

"If it doesn't include diapers, I'm in" I deadpanned.

And as if we had only met each other, Rich and I moved swiftly towards the engraved stone, overlooking Jersey's grave.

"It's funny how I feel a new spark between us. One that was never there." He smiled.

"Yeah" I replied.

I placed my bouquet of flowers on top of the grave, as well as closing my eyes for a short period of reflection.

"I have a question for you, Jordan.. "

I breathed in heavily then released a cool breeze.

" I know there's no sequel to our love... But can there be a sequel to our friendship? "

I gazed at him.. Admiring how naiive he was. Admiring the person I once was.

"Tell me, Rich... Can there be a sequel to an end..."

"Was that a question?" He fiddled in his pockets.

"You tell me.. "

And with that I brought out my black umbrella, put on my best poker face and did madusaa's job for her.