A Kavanagh Gore
Harold and Lilly married in an old small church, which had a graveyard that nobody visited.
Harold and Lilly lived in a very big house with many empty rooms, deep in the countryside.
Harold spent his days hunting ducks, foxes, deer, poachers, with his favorite shotgun,
and Nipper his trusted companion.
Lilly spent her days in bed, drunk on gin, whiskey, vodka, rum, reading magazines about the rich and famous, surrounded by her many cats.
Harold one morning put his favorite shotgun between his teeth and unloaded both barrels into his mouth, while Nipper watched and wept.
Lilly died an alcoholic’s death, in her bed, but not alone, she was surrounded by her hundred cats.
Harold and Lilly were buried side by side in the graveyard that nobody visited, far away from the old small church.
Nipper and the hundred cats lived very happily in the very big house, deep in the countryside, and used all of the rooms.
A celebration of Edward Gorey
Tags: Edward Gorey, paul kavanagh, Short Stories