Ten Years

["The Hebrew Hammer" Serujah]

The dirty dishes in the sink, the old newspapers strewn over the couch, the smell of death... Everything was just as she had remembered it prior to the accident.

The phone rang, and she was numbed. There was nobody left to call her. She had just found out earlier in the day of her pregnancy, and was waiting for her fiance to land in Japan and phone her. She was waiting to tell the news. But then, when the phone rang, it was the police telling her of the plane crash. The plane with her fiance, with her friends, almost all of her future family she would be wed into. ‘No survivors’.

And now, with the phone ringing, she picked it up. She didn’t know what to expect, and certainly didn’t expect to hear the voice on the other end. Was it a ghost? Someone playing a joke? She said the name, more to test the air itself, to make sure her imagination wasn’t running wild with false hope, “W - Wayne?”

And it was indeed Wayne, her fiance’s father Wayne Hammon, known publically as Freezer Burn the first man to unite three World Championships from rival wrestling federations. He was alive. He Was Alive! And if he was alive then maybe ..

“.. I’m the only one left. Everyone else is dead. Everyone.”

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The pale horse comes before us. A gray clouds forms from its nostril as it's piercing black eyes looked down upon us.

It's rider covered by a black cloak and hood never raised his head. He only outstretched his hand to both of us.

And with a solemn face he slowly outstretched his own hand. Cold air whipped around us stirring the old cloak. Swirling the smell of death into the atmosphere.

I could only look in horror, fall to my knees, and say "Don't go, I can save you."

My future husband turned to me. Showing the other side of his face which was covered in blood and only darkness laid where his eye should have and said "No, you cant."

And with that he mounted the pale horse and grabbed tightly onto the rider. They then rode off into the desolate desert and left me to live.

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I sit now, on today, alone in a Hawaiian hotel room. No match this Sunday, but that is for the best. Ten years ago this day, I lost my love, my fiance, would be husband, father of my children. Ten years ago, and I search onward, looking for someone, fucking anyone, who could fill the void of his passing moment by moment.

I remember it all too well, and the tears falling now as they did ten years ago.