Eldon sighed as he gazed at the picture of his wife. Two years, three months, six days since she…
He caressed the smooth glass over her cheek. “Lord, when can I see my dear Alice again? Eighty-seven years is enough for me.”
He sighed again and turned on the television. Some cop show.
Leaning back, picture still in his lap, Eldon closed his eyes. Soon he dozed in his recliner.
Music. Beautiful, splendid violins and flutes. Heaven at last!
Eldon opened his eyes.
The music was different. Sirens. This must not be heaven.
The cops were chasing the murder suspect.