This is not my body. This is someone else’s body; what happened to my body? The man shouted, while violently shaking his head, in the hospital bed, fastened with all sorts of tubes, restraints, and catheters.
Where is my husband? Where is Michael? He cried again.
"You see, Joshua," said the Doctor in a very gentle yet firm voice. You and your husband had an unfortunate accident, and your body was disfigured. And your husband, he had a severe head injury, but his body was fine.
You are both organ donors, so to save your life, we had attached your head to his body. So, in essence, he is still with you.
And at that moment, Joshua’s memory had loosely surfaced. They were both returning home from a night in town, feeling a little tipsy and frisky. And, that’s when Michael went down and asked him if he wanted some…
Although the flames charred my feet, the crunchy snow made them feel better. Tonight had to be one of the coldest nights of the year, but the warmth of the blazing house comforted my naked body, much like my mother's fleece blankets.
As I gazed into the fire, I wondered if John was going to come out stomping like an Indian Chief. I always wanted to go to one of them POW POWS, but I had my very own bonfire right here, and it was glorious.
I said to myself that I had at least 20-40 minutes to attend this spectacle before the arrival of the fire trucks.
John always insisted on having a house with no neighbors. I told him no neighbors was a bad idea, and what would happen if there was an emergency, but he said, "This is what phones are for."
But, I couldn’t think fast enough to grab my phone, my heart was pounding, and I could barely breathe. All I could think about was getting through the thick of the smoke and to the door, which couldn’t be felt nor seen.
I felt like a blind mouse running through a labyrinth. A labyrinth I thought I knew until I was fighting for one more day.
The heat of the flames felt like a fire-breathing dragon, aiming directly at my back. And it was probably the first time in a long time I realized that my phone wasn't really that important to me.
I could have run to the guest room and picked up my phone, saved John, but why? We haven't slept together in months. I just thought it was what he wanted, to be left alone. So, I left him be.
Every evening, for the rest of her life, the corpses bride would visit his tomb. Every time she went to his tomb, she brought a red rose and took out a dead one. The dead flower was a reminder of the death, she felt in her, when she found out that her husband was cheating on her with the brides maid. This also made her feel less guilty about the accident at the lake on their honeymoon night.
