Reflections in Hell

He watched his wife with loving eyes and watched as she stared past him, precious tears spilling down her beautiful face as a silent memorial to the heart that lay broken between her familiar soft curves. He thought he must be in hell. "Why couldn't he have died completely? Why this exhaustive and fruitless consciousness"? There seemed to be no end to the torture and agony in his soul; neither was there any way to count the seemingly endless moments here behind the glass. When she wasn't before him he longed for her to return to this place that tied them both together so intimately. Yet, being powerless to lovingly caress her except with his eyes, drove him beyond endurance and he would wish her away again and again only to long for her return. This longing became the heartbeat he lacked and it loudly throbbed within the vapor he'd become. Like a drum that races in speed to introduce a heart-stopping realization; as it did now. Terror springing as a sudden truth appeared "Noooo! My love." he cried as he watched in slow motion.The utter uselessness of his consciousness to stop her movements...to stop the movement of that cold, hard bullet.Yet, in that same micro-second of time another shot rang out piercing him! It was a shaft joy at the realization that now they would once again be together!...

"Oh, assumption! The greatest transgressor of all!" Her mind screamed. "Surely I am in Hell", she surmised as she watched him watching her in the mirror.