Toe Tag

by Catherine Bader

Something tangles in her feet under the table.

A toe tag – her name written there in caps…

Her coroner husband was playing another joke.

She’s not laughing.  She picks up the phone to call him.

In a disorienting flash, she appears in his office.

The hell?

He turns from his desk and looks at her with a salacious grin on his face.  He points behind her.

She sees herself laying in an unzipped body bag;

autopsy stitches cover her torso.

She’s dead and no one can feel her terror….

or hear her screaming as she snaps back to oblivion.

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