By Reena R
Taking Over She lay still on the kitchen floor. He came to see why dinner wasn't announced. The girl twirled in a new dress in her room; the door locked from inside. The boy, intent on his laptop, won game after game. Nothing moved for a while, no one too. It made little difference to them and none perhaps to her. Inconvenient as death is, yet it is a full stop. An illness kills time, money and patience, especially when there is no love. The kitchen was washed, Prayers chanted, a homely enough photograph found, garlanded. The next week, a maid cooked their favourite biriyani, stepping over the memory of the fallen body.
Reena R. lives in Sharjah, United Arab Emirates. She has co-edited two anthologies and is a practicing poet.
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