Her Eyes

Her Eyes

On

Her glasses were crooked. Of course they were. The light metal frames were slightly bent, leaving them always looking just slightly askew. It lent her an air of… I don’t know, vulnerability. On someone else, it might be awkward or unattractive, but…

Her Fondest Memory

Her Fondest Memory

On

Leaning over, bracing himself on the rails of the hospital bed, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Wiping the tears from his eyes yet again, he slowly lowered himself on the chair where he’d made his home for the last…

His Wild Flower

His Wild Flower

On

He looked down at her hands wrapped in his, their fingers twined together as they had been probably millions of times over the last 46 years. He still remembered the first time she had taken his hand all those years ago. He…