The Langston's
In the year 1961 $20,000 would make a world of difference to a newly made widow. Bills were piling on the kitchen counter of Mrs. Langston’s quaint cottage home on one of the quietest streets in Delroy, Mississippi. Mr. Langston left a line of debt in his place five months after his passing. His death was still a mystery to Mrs. Langston. One moment he was standing by her outside of their favorite diner on 3rd St., Willaminas. A split-second later Mrs. Langston’s scream rang out on the busy street as her husband, fell to the ground next to her feet gasping for air. Blood leaked from his mouth and covered his white tee-shirt as well as her periwinkle stilettos. He took his last breath on the way to the hospital, all alone. It hurt Mrs. Langston that she was unable to ride with her husband in the ambulance. She wanted to hold his hand, the same hand she held since she was fourteen. She wanted to let him know she was by his side, just as she promised. She took that vow over twenty years ago where I love you’s were exchanged, in front of that same diner. Most importantly, she wanted to ask if he saw who was responsible for putting him on his deathbed. He was all alone and now so was she.
