Her husband had been
a wealthy collector,
a kind man but
far from sensible.
Still, she loved him
and enjoyed watching
his face light up
with excitement when he found
another piece.
But soon his family wealth
had dwindled away
and the fancy weapons
caused resentment.
As she struggled to feed their son
her husband still clung to his collection,
boasting to others about its unique qualities.
He left one morning
with his most prized pieces
for an exhibition.
The weapons were never found
but her husband turned up
face-down in the river.
She ignored grief and packed up
the remaining items,
hoping to sell them for food,
to keep her house,
to struggle on with life.
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