It was midday but the clouds were gray and not threatening.
The breeze caressed his parched skin in soft embrace.
He felt whole and strong. This was the first time in 9 months where there was not a single ailment in his body.
For the first time in his life, he pitied the dead. In the past, he had envied them, but not at that moment. Too bad for them, he thought. Too bad they won’t ever experience again the purity of a day like this.
But suddenly, he remembered that he had a deadline extension tomorrow and he would most likely miss it again. He remembered the face his supervisor makes whenever he missed a deadline.
The face that says, I know that I have the power. The power to decide whether you have a roof over your head; whether you can afford a decent meal.
Whether you can afford to take care of the children your beloved wife left behind.
And just like that, the sun came out, and the breeze stopped blowing. His stomach knotted up and his head began to ring.
Just like that, the dead were lucky again.
