This is a work of fiction… not about me… I was never married, or divorced, and I’ve never lived with anyone named Dorian… r. watherwax
After 25 years of marriage, my wife divorced me… she took a bunch of money and left me with this big house. A friend told me I was rattling around, not in a big house, but in a well of depression and loneliness… and he was right. It went on for months, but one day my pastor said to me that it was time to get back into a real life, and he wanted me to meet someone named Dorian. On the way there, he raved how beautiful she was… but very quiet, rather mysterious, and with eyes that unsettled some people.
When we got there, I saw what he meant…. beautiful face… but her eyes had no pigment… black as coal. “Maybe she’s possessed”, he joked. Anyway, to keep this story short, let me say that not long after meeting her, she came to live with me. And it was wonderful not being alone… but I felt a little unsure how she felt about me.
The first day after she moved in, I came home from work, unlocked the front door, and called out her name…”Dorie?… I’m here.”
I went through the living room, dining room, kitchen, calling out her name…. nothing.
I went up to the second floor… 2 bedrooms, bathroom.. “Dorie… where are you?”
Had she left me?
Up to the third floor… looked in the bathroom, still calling her name… and finally, in the guest bedroom, there she was, sitting in a chair looking out the window at the street below.
“There you are… didn’t you hear me?”
She turned her head, looked at me with those dead eyes for 5 seconds, then turned back to watching the street.
BUT….the following day, Continue reading