“The truck driver had fallen asleep on his way to Kanpur,” he was reading from the newspaper for the benefit of his wife, who was serving him tea.
“An accident then, huh?” she said carelessly.
“Yup, it claimed 5 lives, that of the truck driver and four others of the same family riding in the car, the truck smashed.”
“That is sad.”
She was looking beautiful in her magenta sari with that brilliant red mark on forehead, which declared that she was his.
He lovingly pulled her onto his lap on the newspaper with the photograph of the harrowing accident scene.
*Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.