Sassie Goolie stood in line at the local movie theater,
waiting to see the Saturday afternoon matinee. Her long hair flowed behind
her, swept up in a bun. She carried on her person: a large black purse
filled with candy bars, a small container of chicken, and a plastic bag
of Hawaiian punch. The line moved slowly, though she was one of a few patrons,
standing in line, waiting to see the movie. Sh...
Posted by Jasmine Marie on Tuesday, February 23, 2010,
Mourning for Moaning • Jasmine Marie
The day Mrs. Stevens became agoraphobic was the day that her dearly
beloved husband, Mr. Stevens died. For twenty-five years, Mrs. Stevens
always had the same dream: that a robber was waiting at the bottom of
the staircase to steal her costly jewels from her wooden jewelry box.
Her nightmare became true on a Sunday evening and her husband died of a
heart attack the very next evening. Here’s how it happened and then
t...
