Photo Story: Woman Keeps Dead Husband’s Teeth on the Nightstand
Friday is Mrs. Judson’s, her marble-topped table that refuses to give up its smudges no matter how hard I polish. I used to sing along to my Walkman until someone on the 23 bus made off with my purse. Now I make up my own songs. I sing them on my knees to the walnut baseboards until their shine sings back to me. I sing through lunch, a shot of whiskey I cadge from the liquor Mrs. Judson will never miss. When I clean the bedroom, Mr. Judson smiles up at me from the glass where he’s drowning. He approves.
Photo Credit: Jim Sneddon
I thought I’d read all your stories on this site, but I missed this one. Absolutely love the title. Go Bills and go Sarah.
This is it. Have to share this with my students. Another perfect piece.
Thank you! This was from the November prompt. So fun to do.
This is so good. Love it.
Thank you!
Love this story and this line ” Mr. Judson smiles up at me from the glass where he’s drowning.”
Thanks for reading, Paul!
Love it! So many layers in so few words.
Thanks for the share!
Creepy and funny! The best combo.
Thanks, Kathryn!
Wonderful!!
Thanks, my friend!