The sunlight played across her hair, lighting it on fire. She sat in bed, staring out the window down onto the street. Watching the children playing, laughing, being carefree, she felt betrayed by time.
Well, no one said life was fair.
When he returned home from work many hours later, he found her still sitting there, motionless, staring, watching. By this time it was dark out, and there were no children in the street. They had all gone home for dinner.
He shook her gently. She must have dozed off. He wondered what she had been thinking about before falling asleep.
As he shook her, a piece of paper fell from her hands onto his lap. He realized she was no longer breathing.
“Do Canadians ever find American pennies in their change?” was scrawled on the paper in her familiar handwriting.
He bawled.
originally written & posted April 3, 2003
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