Fatal Sounds Of Broken Dreams
"Why me?" She opens the water faucet and starts to wash the wine glasses. No, she doesn't trust the dishwasher to get them clean. These days it seems that she can't trust anything. Or anyone. Her friends talk behind her back. The neighbors smile meaningfully whenever she walks by. She respects Stephanie's choices. She has to. She doesn't have any other choices. She has to stand by her family. She has to put up with the curious stares. And she likes Stephanie's ring. She loves the perfect bluest sapphire. Richer. More successful. And the more capable man. The winner. The last one standing. And breathing.
She lets out a giggle. She can't help herself. Her giggles sound crazy. All of a sudden she feels happy. She's not sure why, but she knows she's happy. Happy for herself. Happy for Stephanie. Why me? Why not? She keeps on giggling. She turns off the water faucet. Must be the whiskey. The finest 30 years old whiskey. The gift. From her younger daughter's new boyfriend. The tall dark man. The charming man. Dangerous. Polite. Attractive. Like Frank used to be.
The hour is late. The night is quiet. She turns off the kitchen light and goes upstairs. Her mother is away at Atlantic City. She feels warm and cozy. Frank has put on some weight over the years. In her eyes he still is the handsome military man who stole her heart with one smile, one look, and one kiss. She smiles and starts undressing. Frank looks up from his book and looks stunned. She leaves the light and her high heels on. They finally fall asleep in each other's arms, exhausted.
The decomposing zombie staggers down the lonely street.
~Theme Song: A View to a Kill by Duran Duran~