Bug Davies — The Captain’s Home

"There was a woman somewhere deep in some woods, maybe around fifty or sixty years ago, who walked out on her crabapple spouse in search of a life in which she could play the bassoon, her favourite instrument, far far away from anyone who’d make her feel anything less than good for doing so. She, herself, was maybe forty years old. She wore a long, brown trenchcoat overtop of a rainjacket (hood up), which she wore overtop of an outfit she thought was fun. It reminded her of autumn; Emerald green overalls over a striped blue and yellow longsleeve, and bright red rain shoes. It was peculiarly rainy for springtime, but springtime rain and autumn rain are far from the same thing. She gave up smoking for her lungs, she gave up meat for her heart. She was happy in the end of everything, and she smiled because she wanted to."