“I was so worried about COVID-19,” he sighed. “My mortgage, whether I’d have a job to go back to and whether I’d get the wretched disease...”
He looked towards the little church nestled on the river’s edge and watched as his weeping wife accompanied his coffin out and to the waiting car.
“I got it, coughed a bit and here I am. There never was that much to worry about,” he whispered. “I just wish I could tell Judy that in the end it’ll all be alright.”