Lost Art of Mystery

It had been many years, 35 to be exact, since he left her out of the blue. Well, it wasn’t really out of the blue, considering her husband had been a serial cheater whom she’d forgiven on far too many occasions to count. This time, however, proved to be different. He’d met someone who wouldn’t let him go. The invasion was swift and successful, and the home wrecker got her prize.

The damage ran deep and the lack of closure left a myriad of unanswered questions. Therapy was never completed. The negative thoughts and wonderings were relentless, carving deep pathways into her brain.

By the time she turned 95, while still in good health, she had a failing mind. The fixations were few and focused. Over time, the topics narrowed down until there was only one left. She would wake up at night and wonder aloud with angst and concern, “Where’s Dick?”