To her, death is quite romantic
from Bob Dylan’s “Desolation Row”
It’s not the falling in love that she finds difficult; it’s the staying in love. Suffering an all-or-nothing type of malady, when the inevitable disappointment by a lover happens, her mind begins to wander. She slips their cache open and makes a check-mark in their notebook; their stature incrementally diminished. She shakes herself awake and sips the tea of denial. She laughs at their jokes.
Few of her lovers have tread into the territory of fatal breach of trust. She has to give herself credit for picking the bulk well; the ones who have been upfront about their weaknesses. For them, once their notebook is filled with check-marks, it’s time for them to decide they’ve had enough of her.
For sly surgeons, however, to her, death is quite romantic. She visits their graves with wine, frilly dresses, and genuine affection; she loves them best.
Dylan is a master lyricist and only he could have brought this story to life as written. Thank you, Björn, for choosing Zimmy to write to today.
The title of my story is lifted from a 1992 movie starring Meryl Streep, Goldie Hawn, the Bruce Willis.
Björn is today’s host at dVerse’ Prosery Monday. Björn says:
As usual the challenge is to [use the given quote to] write a piece of prose of maximum 144 words, that uses this line as it is. You may not change the order of the words, but you are allowed to include linebreaks and change punctuation.