POETIC PROSE: Why The Widow Wears Black… Entry 1, Chapter 1

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It’s no secret that I am… was… a widow.

This is a thrust story of edgy survival, desperation, wit and humor.

An irreverant look at the death of a husband… my husband… my late husband.

This was then…  Real life.  Real death.

In Why The Widow Wears Black, my Award-Winning Book, will be posted in it’s entirety. This book is dedicated to my children… and their survival… And, to Jim, my new husband. Without their support this book would not have been written.

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This is a True Life Story.

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So, it goes like this . . .

Entry 1, Chapter 1

GABRIEL, I CAN’T believe it. I’m stunned, really.

Paralyzed even.

I’m sitting, but . . .

The car won’t start.

Oh . . . the keys. I need the keys, I guess.

Yes.

Keys.

Are there keys on a casket? A little lock with brass fittings, and a universal catch?

Or, do they just nail it shut…

You never really think about keys, do you?

They’re just there . . . or they’re lost . . .

You associate the shape of the key with the item you need to unlock . . . Or, lock in.

No real conscious thought. Not really.

Silver square top — house.

Black rectangle — car.

Rounded black — van.

Or, a skeleton brass with newish audacity… to close a can for one.

The doors are shut.

The seatbelts bind us.

There we sit.

Waiting.

I slip the key into the slit of the ignition and it sucks it up with uncommon ease.

So… I turn the black rectangled key . . .

And there . . . the car is running.

So easy.

I have no smile of relief. No joy that the car has somehow rolled over.

A brief squelch and then it begins.

I can sense its faint vibrations, though it is at rest.

Resting in place.

Resting place.

Why? I think.

Why not? Death asks. We are unlikely to be immune.

It shows this dreadful guarantee to me.

My answer in the will…

My hands are on the wheel… because instinctively I know that

is where they should be.

It’s about that time.

My foot hovers over the gas and brake pedals.

No. I don’t want to go . . . not yet.

So, my foot continues to linger.

I look in the mirror.

They are there.

Two unlikely confirmations behind me. Staring at me.

I look away, frantic to find a window.

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… until next time.

Belle

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Writer's Digest Award Winner - S. Belle Karper A 78th Annual Writer’s Digest Award Winning Author

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Finalist and 1st Runner-Up in Broad Humor Film Festival Screenwriting Contest

Top 24 Los Angeles Reel Film Festival 2011

Top 20 Atlanta Film Festival

Belle Karper, Award-Winning Author, Screenwriter, Speaker, Humor, Comedy, Suspense, Tragedy www.BelleKarper.com

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