How Lovely Dear

There is an old lady who lives down the road from my house she sits on her porch every day in her rocking chair. Teetering and tottering back and forth always muttering the same phrase, "How lovely dear, how lovely dear, how lovely dear..." I wonder how she came to loose her mind. All the folks in town say she isn't as harmless as she seems but I think she is as harmless as a fly.

I have to help an elderly person for my high school class assignment and I have chosen her. Everyone seems to stay away from her. I take off down the little road headed towards the dead end where the old house is. I hear the creaking of the chair and the soft mutterings of the old woman. But the strange thing is the closer I get the softer they become almost like the old lady is slowly moving her chair away from the porch.

I walk around the corner and the old woman is sitting in her chair head turned to the ground she is rocking but not saying a word I sit my picnic basket of food on the porch in front of her. She mumbles something incoherent. I look up and say, "what?"

"How lovely dear!" She screams as she rockets off the chair her limbs hanging in long ghastly broken ways. Her eyes became dark holes as she just screamed, "Won't you come inside! How lovely your skin is dear!Now let me wear it!"

They say there is a young lady that lives down the road from grandmas house they say she is crazy they say don't go near her. But I want to know what all this is about. Plus I have a school project.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

"How lovely dear."