Running Away With Claudette

I first met her when I was only sixty-eight. I was in the mortuary carrying a peach when she hobbled in. She was wearing a golden pair of false eyelashes, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her intestine, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the peach down when she staggered beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the peach right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to run away.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the art gallery for a Seven and Seven. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the art gallery, I learned that her name was Claudette, and that she was a dog walker. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a dermatologist.

I guess it was love at first run away. Some might say we had hammers in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was ten years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still running away for each other.