WIDOW, she hates that word.
She is still married; the love didn’t stop just because a life did.
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His eyes were sparkling when he showed me his bargain.
“Only one is ours and it doesn’t drive -it needs some work,” my husband explained to me cheerfully while I almost had a heart attack.
Every time I see train tracks I feel a longing inside me, a yearning that I cannot explain.
A train ride, that’s the only time I know for sure where I am going.
He had just shown up one day.
He stood there silently and looked around like he was trying to figure out if this place was to his liking.
‘How do you want your eggs?’ the waitress asked.
It was our weekly routine. She asked, and I didn’t know what to say.
‘See, I told you I would bring you home,’ she whispered softly.
She smiled when she said it, smiled the way only a woman in love can smile.
‘I am looking forward to camping with you.’
She smiled at me, and as always it made my heart melt.
No matter what will happen around me, I have to continue playing.
It’s hard to believe they would look for us here, but nowadays they seem to be everywhere. Times have changed, we are not safe anymore; they are hunting us like animals.
All she had to do, was to light the old oil lamp, and the reflection of the glass would bring back unforgettable moments.
An old sewing machine, a daily reminder of a great man who had a special talent.
She had never met him; he died the year she was born, but he lived on in stories and memories people shared with her.