A Dangerous Curve

I was hostile, and I projected my anger at the world, glowering at anyone who would meet my eyes. I had always tried not to borrow trouble, but at the rate I was going, it seemed almost inevitable.

The loss of my wife, my one true love, lived like a monster inside me. At the cemetery my pain had hovered over my head; little did I know it would expand to fill my soul completely, and no power on earth could reverse it.

She had been driving too fast, the brakes had failed, and she had plunged off a cliff near Horse Tail Waterfall in our car. Identification of her body had fallen to me.

My family wanted me to pray with them, but considering what my horoscope had revealed the day before, my hatred is all that would be remitted to God.

“Wild horses may be your downfall, so go slow or pay the price.”