The next time I walked along this road, I passed the familiar markers of lives snuffed out like candles. What once was alive and well is now dead, dry, and crumbling — decaying little by little over time and becoming one with the earth. As I walked in the stillness at daybreak, I surveyed the plots of land more closely this time, revealing partially buried shards of glass, remnants of bones, and a long-forgotten, rusted store sign that read McKinley’s, peeking from beneath a worn-out mattress.
There were fewer houses on this street than I remembered. Joy‘s house and Feasting‘s place were gone — like when they passed away, they actually took their homes with them. As I turned the corner, I noticed more grave markers along this street, but this time I believe my vision was distorted, blurred from the silent storm brewing and anticipating an encore. Daybreak’s heavy blanket covered the spot where a screened porch should be, attached to a tiny framed home with paper-brick siding where Greeting lives. Her yard has blooms and berries and structure and whimsy — a feast for the eyes — the belle of the ball. Finally, there’s Hope — Greeting‘s longtime neighbor, beckoning me closer to offer me tea. I chuckled and told her I prefer coffee with chicory. Nevermind my tastebuds, the sunlight revealed what Hope threatened to spill, Greeting was dead; it was sudden. I turned away from Hope, shocked by the news. I cried out to God as she breathed her last breath. Guess she was shocked too.
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It sounds like death while, yet, still alive. Trapped in a casket yelling for help, but no one around to hear the voice of distress.
Wow! Yes…sadly, there are also those who DO hear these SOS calls but choose to walk on by.