Mini-story: Again

Widowed at thirty-three years old , she thought. As if her age mattered. As if anything did. Her name was Rebecca Haugen, née Parry and perhaps now Parry again. Her husband’s name was — or had been — Daniel. He had lived for thirty-seven years, fourteen of them with her, before his life ended on a Wednesday evening as he took his regular jog through their neighbourhood. The man driving the flashy…