The sun streamed into the brightly decorated cafe at the train station.
This obscene happiness should be banned, Judith thought. Today of all days should have been grey, cold and rainy.
Their son came into the cafe and headed straight for her. They embraced.
“How did it happen Mom?”
“No one seems to know exactly, maybe the sun got in his eyes.”
“Where is he?”
“At the mortuary … I’ll identify him.”
“No, I’ll go or we’ll go together.”
They walked out into the sun to the car and left the bright cafe shrouded in their sadness.