The snow was supposed to last ony a couple of days, but at first a week went by without signs of it slowing down, and by the second week everyone had accepted that the snow wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

All the better for Peggy. When the snow eventually stopped and the sun melted its layers one by one, leaving nothing but a trace of ice on top of which kids drove their sleds effortlessly, and fragile hips fell and broke, the body she had left to rot on the back of the city’s major parking lot would surface, and it would likely guide the police back to her.

She wasn’t afraid. After all, she could have tried to hide it, wrap the body in a blanket, put it in her old reliable car, bring it home and use the electric saw she kept in the shed to cut it in pieces, throw the bits into her powerful blender - bought years ago in an effort to pursue a healthy routine that was nothing more than the taming of her own body - grind all she could of the meat and bone, hair and fingernails, make a sauce of it, chuck it in waves down the toilet and the sink, into her garden, find a place to hide the teeth and the things she couldn’t break, do her best to get rid of any single cell his body had contained.

But at her age, she couldn’t care less about being found out. She had lived a full life. Not a good or a bad one, but a life she carried up her sleeve and wasn’t ashamed of.

The prospect of going to jail didn’t appeal to her, but some things need to be done, and the consequences aren’t more pressing than the act of doing them.

People would question her reasons for killing him, and she would deny them a clarification, they did not deserve to know.

There were no reasons for his death she cared to give, except that he deserved to die, but people are so quick to forgive a man, especially a dead one.

After a month, the snow finally lifted. Which is to say: the roads became a wet mess at first, and then an icy one. Cars driving in smaller roads slid off lane and then came to a standstill, some hit the pavements, others hit each other, people on foot tried to avoid falling down, and failed.

The city had not been prepared for snow, and neither had them.

The big parking lot had been cleared and was being used again. No body was ever found, that she knew of.

She went back to the scene of the crime, unable to stop herself, ready to pledge her innocence now, an act woven by the distance and clarity only time provides, but there was no crime to be found. His body was gone, with no one to reclaim or look for it.

The male loneliness epidemic was a silent killer, yes. If you asked her, it wasn’t killing fast enough.

People are quick to forget a man, especially a lonely one.

Be good, stay chaotic. |

Liefs,
Carina