“And her body will forever rests in the middle of the desert.” She said while studying her grandchildren’s jaw-dropping faces with joy.
“Why doesn’t the story have a happy ending, grandma?” Sophie asked.
“Sophie dear, life doesn’t always have happy endings.” She smiled and got up. “Alright, children, time for bed.” The children groaned but obeyed. “Good night,” she said as she turned off the lights and shut the door.
Outside the door, she sighed and felt the small piece of metal dangling from her necklace. How many times must I tell that story? She wondered as she perused the corridor. It’s the only story you got. Don’t you think I know that?
For days, weeks, and even months, her body lay there on the scorching ground, dead, yet she wasn’t decomposing nor did any predators prey on her. One day, out of nowhere, a new leaf sprouted from the ground, and then came another and another. Even a butterfly showed up and just like a miracle, her eyes sprang open and she was reborn.