WIDOW, she hates that word.
She is still married; the love didn’t stop just because a life did.
Tag: <span>short stories</span>
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.
‘I am looking forward to camping with you.’
She smiled at me, and as always it made my heart melt.
“Please, tell us what you saw that night.”
“It was around 9 o’clock in the evening; taxis were parked everywhere around the bridge. The drivers waited for each other and then they walked down the stairs together.”
“Don’t be scared, just drive through and pedal fast,” was the advice I have been given when I was just a little girl.
All she had to do, was to light the old oil lamp, and the reflection of the glass would bring back unforgettable moments.
Tears were running down her cheeks. Soon all their belongings would be crammed into a storage unit.
The marble staircase and the columns were impressive.
She wondered about all the people who had walked up and down these stairs over the years.
All was there. Clothes, Food, Blankets, new phones and even books in case we would get bored. This boat was our way out. We would row upstream and soon we would be in open water.
“I don’t like wasps; they are mean.”
“You don’t like them because you don’t know their story.”
“What’s there to know ?”