My Corpse Husband

fe of a fairy tale. She was not a princess nor was her hero a king by

near the fire place. The grandmother was in her late seventies with a soft k

Princess, granny?' her six year granddaughter

ddaughter and started narrating the story whi

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un was glaring with all its strength and hot breeze was making

es they saved up to use them in the days

y, a girl who is not a day more than twenty two years, is wo

own. About few yards outside the village, alone in the waste land, worki

ores she does every single

.. She thou

The pain she felt. The loneliness' she experience due to sel

potatoes, she returned to her small straw hut wh

e basket of vegetables and fruits near the small fire p

ich made her smile and little and like a cloud they faded away

s same as the living room and bedroom, she filled the

enough food for her family one day and now when she has en

e life she

he little happy girl who al

ed everything in her life. One incident covered her lif

ne inc

ll

ll

She immediately rushed to open the wobbling door slowl

he food then why did you go out in this heat?" Gode, Ella's o

burning sun which made Gode

ere." Ella admonished her dear friend who just smiled at

l not leave you like those selfish people." Gode

smile to her dear friend and took t

ord, Ella" Gode, said looking at her pale

ifeless and her stature small and thin, Gode felt sad at the look of her disheveled friend. Never d

ave no desire to live." Ella sighed out sof

hang herself to the roof of her hut, but the strong and sturdy roof which did not even sw

ed her her eyes and was expecting the pain but it never came. As if God is agai

not affect her at all. She did lose her consciousness that day, but once

r any neighbor. She lives alone in her shack in the middle of hundred yards of a dry barren land. No person i

ted her doom and living a

a shook her head, stopping Go

ppen to me. Luck was never my guest. So do not wish for me anything.

on. Do tell me if you are leaving." Ella

he heard Gode's repl

ing to make a murky surrounding, making it hard to see further. She pushed herself forward and

n and cleaned the dust from a raised platform

t the head of it. The cross has few carvings on it and in the mid

navesmire (

d of the platform, Ella sighed and smiled genuinely

negative word, y

e ground and befitting to the peo

orm of the grave, "Look Alex, I brought food for you. Let's hav

and.