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My first time writing something. Will continue. Pls be gentle.
Rosanne has been making herself her favorite pork chops for dinner when the phone rang. Curious who it might have been she picked up the receiver and put it on loud speaking mode without ceasing preparations of the salad.
– Yes? Rosanne speaking.
– Hello. It’s me Jake. I’m calling you because I have sad message to tell you. Timothy is no longer with us. He died today in car accident.
–Ouch!–Rosanne has cut her finger with a knife– It’s terrible how did this happen?
–He was hit by a drunken guy, and got pushed out of the road right into a tree. The funeral will be held in 2 days at our local cemetery.
–My god–silence lasted few seconds. – Thank you for telling me. I will be there for sure. – She hung up.
I can’t believe he died at such young age. He was 36 just like me and Ron. – She felt a constriction in her throat and cold running along her spine while speaking the name of her ex husband that she hasn’t seen for 6 years. – No, he won’t come. He is probably living in Europe now with some long legged, alabaster skin, young bitch. – She put half done pork chops into the fridge as she lost her appetite.
– No he won’t come. What do you think Lincoln?
– Meow! – said a large ginger cat while stretching his body.
– Yes, you are right. I should not worry about it.
2 day later Rosanne was wearing to the funeral a black dress reaching right under her knees, 2’’ heels shoes, shear pantyhose, black clutch and strong red lipstick. Her honey hair glittering in the sun was only adding to her charm of mature confident woman. She was walking down the cemetery alley towards a small group of gathered people. – He is not here, thank god. – She approached the widow.
– My sincerest condolences Amy. He was such a good friend. – Said Rosanne and hugged her friends wife.
– Thank you. I will miss him.
– We all will Amy, we all will.
– Thank you. – Amy looked at everyone with restlessness like she was looking for someone but she couldn’t find that person. – We can start the ceremony. – She said and gave a nodding signal to the priest.
As the priest started Rosanne directed her sight into the ground. – I miss you Tim. Do you remember how we used to go shopping together with Amy? Or how we used to go hitch hiking to the mountains? Those times will not return. – Rosanne wiped her tears and lifted her head up.
The coffin was already being placed in the ground accompanied by the sulking sounds of gathered people. Rosanne glanced fast at everyone. Her eyes stopped at one point. She couldn’t believe. He was here. Her ex husband Ron.
Rosanne has been making herself her favorite pork chops for dinner when the phone rang. Curious who it might have been she picked up the receiver and put it on loud speaking mode without ceasing preparations of the salad.
– Yes? Rosanne speaking.
– Hello. It’s me Jake. I’m calling you because I have sad message to tell you. Timothy is no longer with us. He died today in car accident.
–Ouch!–Rosanne has cut her finger with a knife– It’s terrible how did this happen?
–He was hit by a drunken guy, and got pushed out of the road right into a tree. The funeral will be held in 2 days at our local cemetery.
–My god–silence lasted few seconds. – Thank you for telling me. I will be there for sure. – She hung up.
I can’t believe he died at such young age. He was 36 just like me and Ron. – She felt a constriction in her throat and cold running along her spine while speaking the name of her ex husband that she hasn’t seen for 6 years. – No, he won’t come. He is probably living in Europe now with some long legged, alabaster skin, young bitch. – She put half done pork chops into the fridge as she lost her appetite.
– No he won’t come. What do you think Lincoln?
– Meow! – said a large ginger cat while stretching his body.
– Yes, you are right. I should not worry about it.
2 day later Rosanne was wearing to the funeral a black dress reaching right under her knees, 2’’ heels shoes, shear pantyhose, black clutch and strong red lipstick. Her honey hair glittering in the sun was only adding to her charm of mature confident woman. She was walking down the cemetery alley towards a small group of gathered people. – He is not here, thank god. – She approached the widow.
– My sincerest condolences Amy. He was such a good friend. – Said Rosanne and hugged her friends wife.
– Thank you. I will miss him.
– We all will Amy, we all will.
– Thank you. – Amy looked at everyone with restlessness like she was looking for someone but she couldn’t find that person. – We can start the ceremony. – She said and gave a nodding signal to the priest.
As the priest started Rosanne directed her sight into the ground. – I miss you Tim. Do you remember how we used to go shopping together with Amy? Or how we used to go hitch hiking to the mountains? Those times will not return. – Rosanne wiped her tears and lifted her head up.
The coffin was already being placed in the ground accompanied by the sulking sounds of gathered people. Rosanne glanced fast at everyone. Her eyes stopped at one point. She couldn’t believe. He was here. Her ex husband Ron.
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