Distractions

Stories of the Attic: Cracked Mirrors and Salt Shakers

My uncle was always superstitious
It makes his death more ironic
But even sadder also

He was in love
A beautiful woman
With red hair and green eyes,
He loved her soulless heart
And treated her well

They married on Wednesday
In June of '98
All white everything
He wanted at least a year
As a married man
Before the earth was destroyed in fire

On December 31 of '99
My uncle locked away all of his mirrors
And ladders and salt shakers,
He sat in the living room
With his wife holding hands
And said prayers

The room was still
There was a scratching noise
Coming from the locked front door
My uncle opened the door hesitantly
To be greeted with a black cat

He shoved the door closed
His wife was no where to be found
He walked into the kitchen
And at 11:59pm on the 31st of '99
My uncle was shot in the head
Six times by his own wife
All out of paranoia.

So I have his mirrors and salt shakers
Mirrors cracked
Salt spilled
And a faint scratching sound
From a box marked "Do Not Open"