decay

I heard about this woman, she was a real freak, lived alone and never had any kids. They say she was real old, but I seen her and I swear she looked young. Anyway, she never said a word. I'd only ever see her if she was putting the bins out or getting the mail, she never had anybody over and she never went anywhere. No idea where she got her food from - maybe she just didn't eat. But whatever. So, this woman died in her bed. And because nobody ever went in there, and nobody ever noticed if she didn't come out, in her bed was where she stayed. But I heard that when they did find her, her house was untouched and pristine, and she had this cat - real old, one eye - that was just dozing in the sun like nothing had happened. She'd been dead for ages, they said. And every single day, at six in the morning, her alarm clock had gone off. 'Cause there was nobody who missed her, nobody. Nobody who would come in to see why she hadn't come in to work, nobody who would wonder where she'd been. But, like I said, she was weird.



photo credit - miche hart