You awoke just as the sun arose over the hill near your house. “What is that smell?” You ask yourself as you slowly, methodically pull yourself up from the bed and looked about you, trying to remember, remember.
“What am I supposed to do today? That lady should know, but I haven’t seen her in days. Did she leave? Maybe she went to get groceries. “Mia was a good and pretty woman. I wonder what happened to her?
“What the hell is that smell?” You grab your cane and pull yourself up from the bed. It’s an effort and yet you finally managed, standing tall on your spindly legs. “Did I eat last night?”
You go outside the bedroom and see someone in the bathroom asleep. “Oh, there you are!”
You look at her, but the shadows play tricks on you. “Are you taking a nap? At least that blasted dog finally stopped barking. I could hardly get any sleep with that racket. I’ll let you be. I’ll go and find something to eat in the kitchen.”
You stepped away from the prostrate form and meander into the kitchen. On the table you see a plate of crackers and dried up looking cheese. The dim light of the morning only shows part of the problem, and you are having a hard enough time focusing with your elderly eyes that seemed cloudy.
You find a glass in the sink and turn on the faucet. You sit at the table, drinking the water and eating the crackers that tasted stale and unappetizing. “Why don’t my friends ever come over and visit. I surely do miss Warren. Santa Fe, yes that’s where I live now. Perhaps my wife will invite them over. Where is she? Honey? Honey? No answer. She needs to investigate where that odor is coming from!”
You finished eating the last remaining crackers and cheese on the plate. You then get up from the chair and go into another room. There were coats and boots in here. “I know this place. What is it called? Mud room, that’s it. What did I come here for? What do I need in here?”
You suddenly felt dizzy, and you lost your balance, falling heavily upon the cement floor. You looked about. The dizziness hasn’t passed. The room continued to spin seemingly out of control. “Am I having a heart attack? But my pacemaker.” You feel your chest. Your eyes closed and the end came without fanfare or final last words before an audience.
Jerry Schellhammer 