"Go open the door." ... I mumbled in my sleep. He just groaned and shifted his position and gave me a guffy smile.
Sunday
was his day of breakfast. But my man was lazy to even stir from his sleep. Thanks
to his late night games.
The
knocking on the door was getting louder. Why would someone have to be here on a
Sunday? Thinking this she got out of bed went straight to the kitchen somehow
forgetting about the peace hacker at her doorstep.
She
made herself a cup of coffee and walked into the hall. There his dinner was
left untouched.
"This
guy!”... She mumbled with a smile.
After
her me-time with her coffee she decided to make breakfast. His favorite. The
typical south Indian breakfast. He can't resist waking when the house fills
with the smell of spices, she thought with a grin.
The
calling bell was ringing again. This time she opened to see her mom and some of
her neighbours pondering on her doorstep.
Her mom
hugged her with relief
"Zoya!!
I have been calling you for yesterday. Why you didn't pick my calls? And I'm
standing here for hours. What were you doing?"
"Ever
since her husband died three days before she haven't come out of the
house." Her neighbors murmured to each other.
"What
nonsense? My husband died? Who told you such insanity? He's inside sleeping and
I was preparing his favorite breakfast."
She
went inside and even by dinner time, the breakfast and lunch was left untouched
and the house was filled with a deadly silence.
Linking this to BAR-A-THON
by Blog-A-Rhythm Day 1 Prompt – Stranger than Fiction
its chilling.. good work...
ReplyDeleteA touching and heart wrenching story, adorned with the description wavering the human soul.
ReplyDeleteYou have penned it so well that I feel so sad. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteChilling, and touching. Nice.
ReplyDeleteOuch! That hurts! Sometimes we fail to believe the truth and love to stay where our mind wants us to stay!
ReplyDeleteCheers
Geets
Gosh! That's scary and shocking! Sad for the young bride!
ReplyDeleteDenial and isolation... the first response to any deep shock/grief.
ReplyDeleteI hope she is able to get up and be about soon...
ohh that's heartbreaking!! it must be too shocking for me to process.
ReplyDeleteSigh... sad. And yet, so true in many a broken heart, is it not? Especially so soon after an abrupt death.
ReplyDeleteToday's prompt is full of spooky and fantastic posts! :) I feel so sad for her, Sheethal! Very well done!
ReplyDeleteOh! That's sad! Well written!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh! That was pretty eerie and how tragic for her :(
ReplyDeleteGod! It was creepy!
ReplyDeleteHow one holds on to those who are no longer there. Stranger than fiction, for sure. Creepy, yet, it could happen.
ReplyDeleteThat hurts....I could feel the vacuum in the house......Teary-eyed.....
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