All tagged Widower

First Lines, 10/13/13

First lines of the novel I won't be writing today:

"He was a widower. A widower... That word — three empty syllables, three pennies tossed into a well — never attached to him, as a self-identifier. Widower, like a used band-aid. He struggled against it, like man versus crocodile. Widower.

Since the accident, he'd heard that word three times…”