One Terrible Day (Short Stories)

It all happened too quick. One moment they were on the hill looking down at the scenery, with rest of the tourists, the next he was on the ground, with the rest of the tourists, looking down at her broken body. “I'm truly sorry for your loss, mate,” said one of them. “This was suppose to be our five year anniversary celebration,” the husband replied. “She always wanted to come here to Israel – to the Holy Land.” The tourist put a comforting hand on the mourner's shoulder and took leave. “Hi, sir,” said a woman, in uniform. The husband looked up, tears blurring his eyes a bit, “Hi . . .” “We have the information regarding the cost to take your wife's body home with you.” “I'm listening . . .” “It would be 8 740.79 ILS, if you want to go ahead with it, or 971.20 ILS, if we bury her here in Jerusalem.” “See to it that she’s on the same ship as me.” He replied, sternly, “We will be leaving this evening.” “Why don't you bury her here in the Holy Land, sir?” said the worker. “Where she can forever be with the Saints of the past. That way you can also save money with our company.” “A long time ago, a man was buried here, and three days later, he rose from the dead,” the man pulled out his wallet and paid the woman. “I can't take that risk . . .”