For the dverse prompt, a piece of prose of 144 words, that includes the line of Bob Dylan’s To her, death is quite romantic.
Death isn’t usually something to party to. Her death is. Quite romantic is how her ex-fiancé describes it, with his usual crass stupidity, performance art. All he has ever seen is the theatrical way she chose to leave and takes a smug pride in it.
On her anniversary, we, who knew her from school, college, as the opera diva she became, throw the wildest party we can manage. We listen to Madama Butterfly, and at the end of the final act, we weep, remembering her in the role, and that last performance when the knife Butterfly used to kill herself, was a real one. He sheds a tear too, imagining she did it because he broke off the engagement. He has never understood that she treated the engagement as a huge joke. That he was a huge joke. And he never knew about Max.
For the dverse prompt, a piece of prose of 144 words, that includes the line of Bob Dylan’s To her, death is quite romantic. Death isn’t usually something to party to. Her death is. Quite romantic is how her ex-fiancé describes it, with his usual crass stupidity, performance art. All he has ever seen is … Continue reading A tragedy in three actsRead MoreJane Dougherty Writes
