BOOM!

It hits

Then thud, thud, THUD

finding a groove

in the old tin roof

Accelerated descent

reverberates

from above my head

in

the darkness

Whoosh

It drops to the thick

dampness below

To wait for

implosion upon contact

And then BOOM again!

She used to use products like Jergens lotion or Ponds cold cream. Like every woman of the Fifties. They were thick and pungent.

She tried dippity doo for her thick wavy hair.

She would dye her hair only a couple of times that I remember.

Mahogany....that's what she called the color.

Her eyelash curler was teal and silver.

I would watch her pinch her lashes up then add mascara.

It sits in my cabinet.

I am afraid to use it.

She loved Chanel no. 5.and Shalimar.

Shalimar came in a pretty round bottle with a pointed little glass stopper.

I wanted to be like her. I climbed up the chest drawers to reach the Shalimar. The bottle tipped. Pink, fragrant liquid spread out over the top of the dresser.

It was all gone....just like her.