Silver strands of thinning hair surrounded her face as she rested by the fire in the old Barcelounger that had been her
husband’s favorite chair. She snuggled down into the deep imprint of his
body, feeling the warmth of his love gather around her just as he had gathered
her in his arms each night for their nearly 60 years of marriage. Smiling, she recalled the pleasure of his touch.
The laughter of young lovers rang up from the snowy
sidewalk just below, and she long to tell them to hold tightly to the love in
their hearts for time would test it again and again, and ultimately time would
win.
But love would endure.
From the
prompt “silver” at Five Sentence Fiction.
