Vernon breathed a sigh of pain, he was currently sitting on his couch and the TV was playing some over-watched show (that in truth no-one liked), and some harsh pains sprouted from his chest. It was nothing at first, but not before long the ‘pains’ turned to repeated sharp cramping at his heart.
He stood up and went to his wife who was cleaning the porch, “dear? Can you make an appointment with the doctors? My heart has been causing me pain recently.”
Petunia frowned, concern flashed in her eyes as she remarked softly, “absolutely, I’ll get it set up right away.” He nodded and moved back to the couch, the pain spiking in his chest again and this time it was worse, it felt like an over exaggerated stomach ache just in his heart.
The TV cut out abruptly and he startled, ignoring the pain before it came back this time in flashes. His head felt faint and his vision twirled like a dancer before steadying itself.
When he made his way to stand his knees buckled beneath him and, with an anguished shriek, he fell to the floor in a lump of fat and sweat.
He flopped like a fish on a hook, Petunia noted, before resuming her work on the porch and gardens, ignoring her husbands’ calls for her. He could suffer in silence while she worked, if only for an hour.
A sudden pop (maybe it was a boom, she hadn’t an idea) alerted her, she rushed into the living area to see a mop of clothes but no Vernon as far as her eye could see. Her worry lines creased as she suddenly became aware her husband was gone!
“Vernon? Dear? Can you say something?!”
No reply, and she searched in every crevice of her home for the man, even in her bloody nephew's room.
He was undoubtedly gone. Missing. Dead?!
No, she wouldn’t dare digging deeper with those thoughts. The possibility of magic was very high on her list and she wasn’t keen on inspecting it further if it was the case.
TWO HOURS Petunia spent looking for Vernon, with no sign she turned to the police and a missing persons case was opened.
ONE WEEK PASSED and the case now had a mocking ‘Deceased’ on its N/A status.
Petunia had spent so long crying she lost track of time. Her one and only husband was dead, and she suspected the death was done by magic!
He was gone with a pop.
(Thank the land and skies above.)