WIDOWHOOD
“Madam,
we’re sorry.” The messenger of doom stood, face blank and devoid of any emotion
as he muttered his apology.
She
halted her pensive pacing and turned, eyes wide, face stained with tears, she
stared at the doctor uncomprehendingly at first.
“We
did our best but….” He raised his shoulders in helpless shrug
She
closed the distance between them. “What did you just say?”
“I’m
sorry ma; there is nothing to do anymore.”
She
held his shirt and let out an ear piercing scream. All activities in the
hospital ceased as her scream bounced off the walls.
The
doctor gently pried her hands away from his shirt, and led her to a chair. She
collapsed on it sobbing profusely.
Everyone
stood still, confused and helpless as they listen to her agonized cry.
Sister,
welcome to widowhood.
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