The curtains twitched as a slight breeze came through the open window. A sigh of relief came gushing with the wind. It was finally over. If the curtains could smile then they'd bare the cheesiest grins and sparkle in the sunlight. A single raindrop trickled from the window pane and into the lonely plant pot standing solo. It's soil dusty and ashen with forgotten memories and the yellow crisp leaf lay curled up in the centre. For the flower, dying had been a relief an escape a promise of a new beginning others, well they weren't that lucky.
As Linda stared through the glass the tears on her face glistened once then fell with a surprisingly thud. Her husband was gone. He'd taken his own life in a bid for his family's freedom. Linda, Biff, Happy and Charley had stared at the gravestone. Thinking. Thinking of a message to put on so that others may read the life of a great yet disturbed man. Yet no thoughts came, 60yrs and no-one could think of anyone to say about him. It was sad he had alwys dreamed of popularity but had imagined most of his colleagues and friends. Not 1 of his acquaintences visited the funeral or sent kind thoughts or a token of love. Linda had cried and wept until her face turned raw and her eyes red. She missed Willy terribly she couldn't take the pain, but no she must stay strong for Biff. He and his father never really did have time to bond or make up for lost time. It was sad and she felt like her life would never end, even though without Willy she would not be living anyway. She missed him terribly. The strange thing was they had never found the body, there was no corpse to mourn or spirit to sob over he'd faded away from life and from living the question wasn't why or how, when or where but confusion was hovering in the air she'd missed his final hours but who did he spend them with, suddenly an image flashed between her eyes, and she remembered...