Drabble - Sickness
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She vowed to take him, in sickness and in health. She had not been able to utter the rest of her vows…
…’til death do us part.
She cried out in horror as the blade was thrust deep, deep into her husband’s chest.
Her husband.
She had dreamt those words since she were a girl. Was she to be newly wed and newly widowed on the same day?
Another blade is poised, the question answered in tortured eyes. Time stops for eternity.
Her chariot and her husband await. She nods, her gratitude sincere. She savors the parting words.
Mrs. Turner.
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