A beam of light draws my eyes to a thick trail of blood. The incessant screaming is now laboured, like a dying animal it's almost spent. Whispering. Murmuring. Gabbling. My breath is heavy, my heart bursts, I shake uncontrollably, but I have to stay silent. I panic as the screaming dies. #writeCBC

I reach tentatively for the bedside drawer, but hesistate. The funeral went like a dream. They celebrated a life, I cheered silently for his death. I slide the drawer open and carefully pick up the gold wedding band; hastily cut from a cold finger. I glide it over my thumb.
Until death do us part.