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A Widow a Year Now

She’s been a widow a year now and at times she still misses him when she drives past the steak house where he would take her to eat and the theatre where he would take her to see plays on opening night and the jewelry store where he would buy her diamond necklaces, bracelets and earrings she recently had to sell. Sam was broke when he died, nothing in the will except the house he had mortgaged again but now after her frozen TV dinner she can turn up the volume on her big-screen TV loud as she wants without wearing the hearing aids she always had to put in when Sam was alive. Every night she is happy the old bastard is dead. That son of ***** didn’t leave her a cent. Damn him. Donal Mahoney

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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