Waiting

RDP Monday: FANCIFUL

Gertrude Abercrombie, White Cat,

We waited for the knock on the door

we waited for the phone to ring

we waited for that crunchy crunchy swoosh sound

that cars make

when they pull up the gravel drive in front of our house.

But nobody ever visits us

nobody ever stays for very long

nobody wants to sit in the parlor

with

me, my cat and the picture of my dead Aunt

staring at us from her coffin

that is hanging on the wall.

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