You and I, we walked around the sacred fire. Vowed to be together. Until death did us part. Now you’re gone forever. And here I am, all alone. Your dying last call haunts me. I feel lost, disoriented. Like onboard the spinning teacups ride at Disneyland, remember?
The mobile’s shrill ring pulls me out of my reverie.
“He faked it,” says my brother. “he’s alive … ” He pauses. “In Indore, with his mistress.” The teacups stop spinning, I sway from side to side.
That evening, the police drop you off back at our house. Until death do us part.
Note: In a bizarre incident, a man took advantage of the rising Covid deaths to fake his own death and eloped to Indore to be with his lover. More on the story here. This 100-word micro-fiction is written for the Covid Crazies 2021 Edition of the Blogging from A-Z Challenge. The entire list of 2021 posts can be accessed here.