An Angel
"An Angel"
Beep. Beep. The alarm blared in John's ear as bright red numbers flashed "6:20" in his eyes. Jim Struck was blaring over the radio "Good Morning Miami. It's a sunny Friday morning get up and enjoy the sand." But John didn't want to move.
Today was June 23. Forty five years ago today, John met the most beautiful woman he would ever know. Sarah Jones, the angel, was his steady sweetheart for forty five years. They got married right out of high school on the very same date they had met. But now, five years since her sudden death, this day seemed a bit hollow. Without her lovely face to wake up to, John felt emotionless. But he promised himself that as long as he kept celebrating that she would never die.
John reached over and slammed down the off button, shutting up Mr. Struck. Rolling over, he prepared to get up. Normally this motion took seconds, but John took the time to kiss his wedding photo and whisper "Good Morning" to his late wife. Running a hand through his scruffy white hair he placed both feet firmly on the floor and stared at the bathroom door.
Living in a senior center, his bathroom was nothing to look forward to. Basic and plain, like John, it didn't have a luxurious shower or marble counter tops. Rather it was a simple stall with a white curtain, and a small sink with a cabinet/mirror combination, very similar to that of John's military days. That's probably why he had no problem adjusting as he shut the door.
Pulling out his favorite towel, he threw it over the shower rod, and put on some tunes. Setting a happy mood, John turned on 101.3 The Oldies, and cranked it to volume ten; nothing like some good Sinatra to wake the bones. As old blue eyes echoed off the walls, John stepped into the stall.
Within ten minutes, John had completed his shower. Used to his boot camp days, John managed to wash his body, shampoo his hair, and shave before Sinatra even started his third song. While brushing his...
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