I had a one-time date with a guy after college- he was devastatingly handsome and we had a fun night. Said he would call next day, never did, oh well. Years later, I saw his obit in the ProJo. He was only in his mid-40s at the time. So sad.
I imagined the story through the eyes of the narrator, who dated the woman for a spell before she dumped him. He remembers her active social life, including dating, but recognizes the irony that at some point that activity ended, her health declined, and she died alone...an old maid.
I had a one-time date with a guy after college- he was devastatingly handsome and we had a fun night. Said he would call next day, never did, oh well. Years later, I saw his obit in the ProJo. He was only in his mid-40s at the time. So sad.
I imagined the story through the eyes of the narrator, who dated the woman for a spell before she dumped him. He remembers her active social life, including dating, but recognizes the irony that at some point that activity ended, her health declined, and she died alone...an old maid.