“What the hell am I even doing with my life?” Martha McReery mused to herself as she waited for her bus. A Greyhound arrived, and off stepped somebody she couldn’t believe she was seeing: her ex-husband. “John? What are you doing here? I thought you were…” “Yes, darling, I was.” She choked back tears, and embraced him. She had so many questions to ask him, seeing as he had died ten years before.
© 2014 Ian Casey