An ancient-Egyptian themed garden had been opened in the city where Zoe lived that year, but she hadn’t felt moved to pay it a visit until that cold November day.
When she arrived she sat down on a bench close to a small shrine that was set out of the way. Standing in the small shrine were two small colourful statues. One was of the god Osiris, the other the goddess Isis. Zoe stared at them, directing her thoughts to why she had come that day and the purpose of her visit.
‘You know their story? A mythic tale of love,” a voice said, breaking Zoe’s concentration.
Zoe looked up to find a woman around her own age – mid twenties – standing a few feet away.
‘I love mythology,’ the stranger explained. ‘Osiris was murdered but he rose from the dead. Isis never stopped looking for him.’
Zoe nodded. ‘Yes, I know. She got him back. It took a while but they were reunited in the end. That’s why I’m here.’
‘P-P-Pardon?’ the woman stammered, looking a little confused.
‘Isis got Osiris back even after he had died. He came back to her. That’s what’s drawn me here. Them. Their story.’ Zoe paused, before continuing, ‘I lost my husband. I miss him so much. I want him back, here, with me.’
A look of sadness passed over the stranger’s face. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she whispered, leaning over to take Zoe’s hand . ‘How long has he been gone?’