she played the Moonlight Sonata on the Casio, she stared at the bottle
of pills on the console. It would have sounded better on her grand piano.
She looked out the open window at the full moon shining through the
pines and smelled their sharp scent. She stopped playing.
She picked up the bottle. "Therein lies
release", she thought. She remembered happier times. The comforter and
the fresh linens on the bed called to her. She was very tired. She rose
to look at the night sky. It would be easy to take all the pills. "Do
not use alcohol when using this medication," it warned. She took another
sip of her drink.
There were no tears, no regrets, and no
fear. She had run that gauntlet so many times before. She showered and
took extra time with her hair. She felt calm. Just as she slipped into
her white gown, she heard a commotion. It was Dan, the neighborhood
drunk and his roommate and friend, Big Larry. They were arguing.
"I tell you, it goes like this - boil
and bubble, toil and trouble . . ."
"Naw, you gots it all wrong. It's goil
and rubble, hoyle and trouble. . ."
"Shakespeare, I tell you."
"Nah tain't. It's Chaucer."
She stepped out onto the porch. They both
saw her there in her white gown.
"What light doth shine in yonder window."
They both said.
She laughed, and stepped down the stairs
in her bare feet.
"Come on! We're going to light a bonfire."
She forgot the bottle of pills and followed
Dan said, "Just like a blinken angel,
I tell you."
"Shush you old fool, she'll hear you."
Yes, they are angels, she thought. What
funny disguises they wear.