At my Husband Funeral, My sister Screamed, Cried and Hugged the Coffin. I Suspected Something

Christy felt sick. Her body ached, and she wanted sour cucumbers. If muscle aches were not a harbinger of illness, then pickles were. It was the first sign that her temperature was rising. The girl wasn’t feeling well. She felt nauseous and had a terrible craving for cucumbers. The illness was coming; it was impossible to avoid.

She opened the fridge and took out a jar of cucumbers, but alas, the cucumbers weren’t there. There was only brine and spices in the jar. Stanley’s bad habit of putting empty jars in the fridge irritated Christy. She slammed the fridge door violently, sat down helplessly on a chair, picked up the phone, and dialed Stanley.

“The subscriber is temporarily unavailable,” the answering machine announced. Pickles wanted more and more. Christy dialed her husband’s number several times but to no avail. “Where is he disappearing to? Why isn’t he available?” said Christy aloud. “Not only has he eaten all the pickles, but now he can’t be reached to buy them.”

Stanley worked in the same company as Christy’s sister, and Christy dialed her sister’s number to send her fiery greetings to her husband. The girl wanted to ask Stanley to buy some sour cucumbers on his way home and pick up the children from kindergarten.

Christy felt so bad that she could neither go to the shop nor to the kindergarten. Her sister’s phone had the same answer as her husband’s. “Where did everyone go?” Christy said to herself. “No, she wasn’t nervous; she was just…..Read Full Story Here…,…