Cynders

It was a nice urn sitting on the mantle shelf, but it held a secret. A naughty secret.

Carol had always been sure of Jonathan. He’d been dependable, loyal and loving... she knew for certain he loved her forever... he’d never, ever even been with another woman.

Jonathan’s funeral was OK, but to Carol it seemed like the crematorium had ‘processed’ him - all a bit rushed... the next people waiting impatiently outside. Her Jonathan deserved better.

Little did she know that thanks to a slipshod furnace man, safe in his urn, Jonathan would share bodily solids with Cynthia Edwards forever.