Edie

“One morning in an abandoned farmhouse haunted by the spirit of a crazed widow, a lost widow, a soldier, and an insane widow attempt to steal an old map.”

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One morning in an abandoned farmhouse haunted by the spirit of a crazed widow, a lost widow, a soldier, and an insane widow attempt to steal an old map. At the exact moment a young woman with ordinary features was hanging around her pop pop’s farm. She was clothed in all black and her eyes were red from the tears. She decided to leave the wake and run somewhere. She could feel the dew drops on her bare feet. She felt free. She went wherever her feet were taking her. She saw something briefly but refused to believe her puffy eyes, so she kept running. When she couldn’t run anymore she realized that the morning fog had gotten worse and if she had taken another step she would have walked smack into an abandoned farmhouse…

Years Later…

The hot sticky Kentucky day was finally coming to an end. The horses were being watered and finally exercised by the exhausted staff. Many thought that the recent heat wave had to end before it took too many more lives. Heat like this was bound to attack the elderly and infirmed first and it did. The death count for the past week alone was up to seven. Just yesterday the body of old Edie was found in her garden. She looked like she was searching for something under her rose bushes but one could never know what exactly Edie was ever up to. Just last summer, senility started to take over her mind. No one had the heart to tell the county’s first female doctor that she was losing it, so everyone in town just kept an eye on her because her only child was married to a French man and their lives were rooted in Marseille.

No one seemed prepared for the death of Edie, but she lived a full life and it was difficult to see such a  brilliant mind fade away.  In a way, her death was a merciful one.  The only thing that seemed to bother the woman that found Edie was that it looked like she was trying to dig to China. She died with a smile on her face clutching a shovel in one hand and an old piece of paper in the other.

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