The Cambric - A Mini Saga

The slumped silhouettes were vague yet distinct. A drooping image clenched me in embrace. The faint whiff of my husband's odour soothed my aching breath.

I felt warm tears trickling down his cheeks. 'Don't worry everything will be fine', I wanted to reassure him. Before the cambric covered my face a grave voice uttered, 'We are very sorry, we did our best'...