Things Are Different Now

Always intended to write a story

called Things Are Different Now.  Once years ago

I wrote a murder in Anguilla.  Some people

are good at murders but I am not because plot

is my achilles heel  so in my murder

(Things Are Different Now) a man named Junius based on

a man named Junius he was 80 which seemed infinite then

fell in love with a woman named Agnes

based on a woman named Agnes.

She was 73.  He owned a resort and she was a guest.  A woman

was found dead in a chair on the beach and Junius and Agnes

decided to find out why.  And of course they fell

in unexpected love.  Unexpected because they were both

unhappily divorced.  But Junius was funny and so was Agnes

and the dead body didn’t get in the way and even though

they solved the murder what mattered was not  murder

but Junius and Agnes and in the last scene on the beach at night

Junius says Do We Need Another Murder to continue

and Agnes smiles at him.  No, she says.  No.


Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

%d bloggers like this: