Grief is a False God"He tried not to think about wading into the freezing, black pond that sat mere inches away, wading in fully clothed, his hands brushing against the cold, slimy hair of his drowned wife. He tried not to think about it, and failed, and eventually, he realised he was crying. Little drops of salty water splattered onto his hands as he struggled with the foam, and he thought to himself, bitterly: grief is a false god." GRIEF IS A FALSE GOD is a novelette