Death Dust

It had been almost two years since Elwelynn went on the worst ride.

Too many strangers paid her a visit from the dark side.

She was no longer a millionaire.

As a result, no family member told her about what happened to one particular relative.

Elwelynn was left in the projects without being informed without a care.

She kept in mind that a lot of people were not so kind.

Like lights that go dim, opportunity for employment on her end was slim.

The holidays were approaching like a bustle.

So, Elwelynn had to hustle.

The day came and went. Now, it turned into night.

The town looked empty.

Elwelynn walked back into her city without a fright.

The moon set.

However, she did not fret.

The wind began to blow.

A gust of wind produced a screaming sound.

Then, a presence was felt behind and beside her.

Elwelynn sensed something began to stir.

She started to feel strange.

Yesterday she did not get much change.

Yet, there was a powerful presence around her.

It made her feel confident and protected.

Not neglected.

This night in particular, the same powerful and comforting presence pressed Elwelynn on to continue her six hour walk home.

It covered her like a dome.

A few nights later was a venue.

She was going to a movie.

It was great. No biggie.

The bus was not coming.

Elwelynn was too late to catch the nightline.

She heard it through someone standing in the movie line.

What kind of a ride would she nab?

Too bad she was out of pocket for a cab.

Now, it was time to leave the movie theater.

Elwelynn had to muster up some courage and leave without concern.

There were unknown matters at hand.

Something was about to happen that she would eventually learn.

Finally, she left the movie theater.

She was now five minutes away.

Elwelynn wore all white that night.

A gust of wind came.

This wind would stay.

Okay.

Dirt circled with the wind and took shape.

Next, it swirled to take form a few feet taller then Elwelynn.

After that, in a swift motion, it covered her from head to toe like a cape.

The night was long.

Elwelynn knew that something was wrong.

This indeed was a visit.

Oh, brother.

Later on, Elwelynn found out about the passing of her great grandmother.

No one bothered to pick her up to attend the funeral.

Not at all.

In the end, her great grandmother paid Elwelynn a call.

Ashes to ashes.

Making sure that her great grandmother got out of nursing home abuse and live the rest of her days in her Louisiana home was a must.

Elwelynn’s great grandmother paid her a visit in the form of « death dust ».