An Unknown Woman

By: D Dupont-Day (View Profile)

And she died.

Alone in her apartment.

Alone in her life.

The death certificate indicated “Natural Causes.” What were natural causes for an otherwise healthy forty-five year old woman?

Who was she?

She was pretty in a casual, unpretentious way...very little make-up judging by the content of her purse, and very little effort.

Her wallet held a New York State driver’s license, $63.28 in cash, three credit cards (an American Express Blue card, a Commerce Bank Visa debit card, and a JC Penney store charge: none of which carrying balances greater than $1,000.00), an organ donor card, library cards from both the Brooklyn Public Library and New York Public Library, and a Metro card with a balance of $22.00.

On her kitchen table was her last will and testament; instructing that all her possessions be sold at auction by ADA Auctioneers in Brooklyn and the proceeds from this sale as well as any other investments and dividends, after fees, be donated in three equal parts to her church, the closest local hospital, and the nearest public high school. The only stipulation was that all monies bequeathed to these three institutions be spent solely and exclusively on reading/literacy material and that these reading/literacy materials be in no other language but English.

How did she live?

Her two bedroom apartment was minimally cluttered with papers and craft supplies. She had dozens and dozens of books in a variety of subject matter from religious/spiritual to simple novels to historical references. She apparently collected shoes, most of which she never wore. Her closet was filled with clothes that clearly no longer fit but which were never discarded. Her CD music collection appeared as diverse as her books, ranging from hip-hop to country.  She had boxes and boxes of jewelry: both real and costume, in a variety of colors and gemstones. There was enough for every outfit in her closet to have a corresponding piece (or pieces) of jewelry.

None of the neighbors on her Brooklyn block knew much about her. Even her landlord of fifteen years admitted he knew very little about her but conceded she was one of the best and quietest tenants he ever had, paying her rent on time and not bothering him with silly requests or complaints.

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