Looking back in anger

One after another one, her friends married their boyfriends. One day, when she was 38, she realized she wasn’t married. Though she was a beautiful woman she only occasionally dated boys. One day she assumed she had nobody to go out with on the weekends. She cried bitterly in anger.

The rain

On the pavement another victim whose husband had thrown out of the window. She lay motionless on a pool of blood under her head. Soon the coroner covered her with a blanket before taking her in the truck. Next morning, the rain washed her blood away from the dirty pavement.

Her mouth

Two paramedics were pushing a wheeled stretcher. When they opened the ambulance I saw the face of an old fragile woman. There was a transparent cannula outside one of her nostrils. Her head stood motionless, covered by a thin film of skin. Her mouth was a wide open black hole.