ClaraJean Mallory (Apt. 0520W)

I woke up this morning before my alarm clock could infringe upon my sleep. I remained burrowed in my sheets, staring out the window at the bleak grayness of the sky. I could barely see the town bell that stood outside my window, for it was surround by fog. Before my alarm clock had the opportunity to motion me out of bed, a knock on my door took its fortune. Before I could open the door, I knew I would find Daniel stoning on my door steps. He has become dependent on my presence solely for his entertainment. I opened the door and Daniel's voice infiltrated throughout the house, "Clara-jean! Clara-jean! Where have you been? This town is in an uproar! You must look at this now". He threw a newspaper down on the oak wood table in front of me. The headline read Ether Maitland Found Dead in What Appears To Be A Homicide. Followed by the date January 11, 2013. I could understand a typo in the paper, but for the whole paper to be issued amiss. "Clara-Jean you must come i...

Daniel was finishing up his dinner at the other end of the dining room table. I watched him obnoxiously gnaw on the chicken I had prepared for dinner. He made sure he got every last scrap of meat off that bone, but in a savage-like way. I know that this newly acquainted company was good for me but sometimes I just wanted Daniel to leave me be in solitude.  Once Daniels plate was clean, we began making small talk which quickly evolved into a personal, even intimate conversation.  "Do you ever think you will find love again?", Daniel asked, without any hesitation. The question replayed over and over again in my head. I hadn't even considered remarrying. "I don't know, Daniel. I loved my husband more than anything in this world and the thought of replacing him nauseates me", I said, hoping that my husband had heard my words from above.  Daniel stood up and began walking toward the door. The man had as much manners as a 3 year-old child.  He began makin...