Entry #33

Frogs and Lobsters
by Anti-Wife


The cloud in the middle looks like a frog sitting upside down on the sky or maybe a lobster.

She laughed at the absurdity of the thought knowing pain causes odd reactions and exhaustion can intensify them. Though too tired to cry any more, tears formed as she gazed at the hint of sunrise.

Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning. It’s going to be another lousy day, she thought grasping the small object tightly.

It may indicate bad weather, but the sky is beautiful. This would be a perfect day to snuggle on the couch with you and a good book; maybe take a nice long nap. But you’re not here anymore. Now you’re just a sweet memory.

They were supposed to have three to six months but then the doctor called about the second cancer. Two or three weeks weren’t enough time, but they were also interminable – every minute an emotional leech. Waiting for the end was incredibly painful and then the emergency room at 4 a.m. and it was over.

I want to go quickly – no time to think about it or worry, just boom and gone. It’ll be less painful for those I leave behind.

Slowly her hand opened and as she looked at the small collar a tear fell on the heart shaped name tag – “Rosie”.