Wonders Union Monologue

It was a deceptively beautiful summer night in the month of July; Resplendent and artistic to people with discerning tastes and sensibilities. The sky was ornamented by splendiferous celestial beings. The waning moon was accessorized by the clouds, suspended mid-air in a picturesque, aesthetic fashion, wanting to augment the peculiarly blissful setting. The violet sky couldn’t have been any more sublime.

The night descended into a haunting quietude notwithstanding, as the tranquility was overwhelmed by the benign yet mournful screech of a night owl, perched on the lowly branch of an elm tree.

It was perhaps the most idyllic night in a long, long while. It was the perfect night to die, and Ms. Brundidge couldn’t have been any prouder of her decision to let go, tonight.
She was getting her ostentatious, theatrical, and kitschy epithet; A eulogy she always wanted. The rest of the world would call it a demented death wish. But, that’s Ms. Brundidge for you – Crazy and neurotic to the very core.

Yes, Alison Jean Brundidge had chosen to die, this night.

Ms. Brundidge had never surmised that her death would be upon her so soon. Alas, it most certainly was.

Ms. Brundidge had lost everything. Her seemingly happy, gay life had turned into a jocular disaster. The sad part was, no one would ever really know how much she was hurting for the last 19 years, 7 months, and 22 days. No one would ever know that Ms. Brundidge had lost the battles she valiantly fought in the inner chambers of her soul. She wanted a way out of her labyrinth of sufferings, loneliness, and misery. Death was her prize – her ultimate exit.

As Ms. Brundidge sat on her bed, she remembered a saying,”There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in a storm.”

And just like that, Ms. Brundidge broke into a hysterical