I'm joining Lillie McFerrin for Five Sentence Fiction where the prompt this week is "zombie", and the task is to write a compelling story in just five sentences...
In the weeks since Marco's death Eva had been moving thru life like a zombie, on autopilot without feeling or direction, dragging herself to the bus stop for work each morning, exhausted from being unable to sleep.
The old gentleman waiting for the same bus always smiled at her kindly as she sat down on the bench beside him, then returned to reading from his small pocket Testament.
One morning the sense of loss threatened to engulf her, and Eva bent over sobbing into her hands.
Slowly the old man rose from the bench and placed his gnarled hands gently on her shoulders, then bent over and whispered "Marco is in a good place now and he wants you to know that you are going to be ok."
Eva, feeling a sense of peace wash over her, looked up into the face of the old man, who smiled at her with a warmth that seemed to radiate love and then disappeared.