“Martha?” Again, no reply.
He knew he had the correct shop. It was where she purchased her wedding dress many years ago. He had returned from the war with shrapnel in his leg. She said the damaged leg didn’t bother her and so they were married. She was lovely on that day. Her face radiated with a glow so intense he was afraid to touch her. And almost every anniversary they would have tea at the little place across the street.
It had been a few years since they had celebrated an anniversary. He could not remember the last time.
“Martha?”
Oh Danny Boy! 
A lovely little story.
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Thanks Steve. I liked your post on Photo Fiction. Still working mine.
DJ
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Terrific tale, very well told.
AnElephant loves it.
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Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy your posts also.
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This was a bittersweet little tale….
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It was indeed.
DJ
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Awww…bless his heart.
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I think of my father when I saw that. Tough old bird but soft of heart.
DJ
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🙂
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Dear Danny,
Another fine take on age and our cheese sliding off of the cracker of life. Good job.
Aloha,
Doug
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Thanks Doug!
DJ
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Aah, a poignant tale!
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Thanks for the comment.
DJ
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Dear Danny,
Touching story. Good job.
shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much!
DJ
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But he still remembers what counts
lovely story
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He remembers the most important things.
DJ
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Sweet story.
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Thank you!
DJ
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Interesting story, Danny. I like the middles part about their lives but the beginning and ending have me wondering if she’s dead and he can’t remember or if he’s got some mental issues and is wandering around or….
janet
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I’m with Janet on this one. My initial thought was she was dead AND he’s lost it.
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I wrote it believing she was dead and he was suffering from dementia. Thanks for both of your comments.
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That was a touching little piece 🙂
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Thanks so much. I’m glad you enjoyed!
Dj
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