each day
Fred’s wife died. She had liked yellow roses. Fred put yellow roses on her grave when he visited her. Fred went once a week to the cemetery bringing yellow roses to his wife’s grave.
Fred lived in a trailer. Living in a trailer wasn’t something which people aspire to in life. He didn’t care. Fred liked living alone now that his wife was dead. He could drink and smoke and forget to trim his toe nails and people weren’t able to bother him about any of his habbits.
At night Fred sat at his kitchen window looking out at the stars. On cloudy nights Fred would wrap his coat tighter around his shoulders to keep the draft off him and he’d sometimes see the moon reflecting the sun’s light from behind the clouds.
