A widow, A prostitute, and a nun

was the best of friends.

They met at a seminar for dreams with no ends.

A conversation started that went on for years.

Every day they would talk, laugh, and shed a few tears.

Three different personalities and ways to live their lives,

Was a key element of life in order for them to survive.

The widow became a widow because of a prostitute.

He wrecked his truck dodging one in the middle of hot pursuit.

The prostitute she met was new to the city.

She wanted to talk to someone about life

that thinks she is more than pretty.

The nun was the one that made them glued.

They could talk about anything, everything with different attitudes.

One day they all decided to have an early brunch.

They ate, they talked and socialized until the beginning of lunch.

Then they left and decided to ride together

in a truck that belongs to the prostitute.

They turned the corner, they dodge hitting a nun,

and got hit head-on from a car in hot pursuit.

"Men?" says the widow with a tear. "Well, I only ever had one so I suppose I'm not an expert on them. I really loved the one I had, though. No one else really filled his space."

"Men?" says the prostitute with a smile. "Gosh, I love men. How can you not? Such honest creatures. I could settle for one but I have to admit, I'd miss them all."

"Men?" says the nun with a frown. "I'm afraid I'm not sure what you're asking. There's probably a biblical reference for your question, child, if you pray on it enough."

Every night for years I sat on my roof and watched an old lady water her little garden. When I had nearly finished college, she passed away.

She seemed an uninteresting old lady, but the rumors about her were anything but. Some said her husband suddenly died, that she turned to prostitution for money but had an epiphany and became nun before leaving to live simply.

That was only one of the rumors. Another said that in her prime, she had been quite the beauty and knew it too. She had lived in Vegas as a prostitute, fell in love, and was married but was widowed only years later; she became a nun.

Yet another rumor is that after her husband died, she became a nun and secretly a prostitute before getting caught and not allowed to be a nun. I don’t believe that rumor much.

They must’ve had some truth because they were all about the same three things: widow, prostitute, and nun. It didn’t matter too much to me though. I only wish I would have gone over and talked to her. Instead, I bought her house after she died, so I could water her little garden.

I was eighteen when I ment him. He told me it was going to be a long night. I woke up my body was sore. I screamed at the reflection that was looking at me. What the fuck happened? You fucking whore. I was confused. Three years of looking in the mirror. I cried, and walked out the door. Never looking back.

Where is he? Maybe he’s got cold feet. I was scared on the inside. I was so embrassed. There he was high as a kite. Talking shit.

“What! You thought I was going to Marry your Sorry Ass.Huh.”

“Look don't start with me! You crazy ass fool.”

“No! You’re the fool. Get out of my house.”

Penniless and broken. I left my life behind to be a Nun.

Our honymoon. Drunk and passed out. Now he comes home late. Someone is blowing up his phone. I go upstairs. I hear his conversation. I fly downstairs, see the screen. He’s watching their sex tape. Guilty. He punches me in the face. We fighting toe to toe, house a wreck. Police is at the door.

"Damn! I got this."

Arsenic and Old Lace. What a fine movie that was? Widow.

a prostitute, a widow and a nun found themselves at the zoo.

the widow goes there every year . it was one of her husband's favorite places. the prostitute was finished up with a very weird client , who wanted an adventure at the public toilets (by the zebra enclosure).

the nun had a field day with the brats and got lost running after one of the little nazis.

they all stopped by the peacocks, who were displaying wildly for the females. shaking their tail feathers and honking for attention.

holding on to the rails, the three ladies looked on, as nature prevailed.

"he's been doing that all afternoon"

"yeah..men..what can you do"

"you can cook them. peacock are a delicacy"

they had a laugh or two. until time got the better of them.

so it is with life...

A widow, a prostitute and a nun walk into Mrs. O'Leary's Cow. Three pairs of eyes scan the crowded pub and look at one another with a nod. They each had the same thought, how sad the man in the coffin only has the three of us to honor his memory.

And the preacher said he was a good man.

Only the nun knew the man in the coffin was at the soup kitchen every day, not for a free meal but to serve the soup.

Only the widow of his best friend knew he sat at the end of the bar every night with a ginger ale in front of him as the pub's self-appointed designated driver.

Only the prostitute knew the man in the coffin paid her at night, not for her company but so she could eat without walking the streets.

From then on, when the widow served the soup to the homeless and the prostitute sat at the bar sipping ginger ale and the nun drove the prostitute to the church to sleep, all three had the same thought, how wonderful the man in the coffin has the three of us to honor his memory.

They sat at the table in the noisy bar looking at each other, each with a bottle of cold beer, taking sips every now and again.

The widow glanced at the other two, then focused on the sexy stud of a bartender serving drinks. She had found her husband having an sex with their maid, three months later he died in an accident on a fishing trip.

The prostitute looked both women, the widow in disgust openly ogling the bartender and the nun in contempt with her self satisfied expression. Her husband had died leaving nothing to her, with no other options she became a prostitute.

The nun looked at both women and sighed. She had traveled in both women's shoes until she became a nun. Used and abused she had been through it until one night after servicing a customer she was hit with a divine revelation and turned to god.

The people traversing the bar glanced at the lone nun sitting in a corner in the bar nursing a bottle of cold beer.

she always wanted to be loved like other ladies. In fact she did love one, just one, a class mate of hers and yet she couldn’t vent her feelings out. Locked in the cage of family morality and legacy, she became a nun at an early age. One afternoon, the said class mate of old, happened to cross her path and lo and behold her hidden energy was brought alive by fate. That was the beginning of her sex life. She paid men to sleep with her anytime her soulmate was away. Eventually he decided to commit to the relationship but died during their honeymoon. That was how she became a widow.