She folded each dress in a neat pile and stacked them in the wooden wardrobe. The socks
were segregated from the handkerchiefs and put away in the drawers. Everything moved
in clockwise precision for Lucy's morning school.
"Did you....
"I remembered to pay the school fees on time", and a broad smile flashed on his face.
Last time he had to pay a small penalty.
They ate their breakfast together in the kitchen slurping on maple syrup pancakes and
laughter.
Their little cottage attracted both admiration and envy from the neighbours. Mrs. Annie
said that their home was built on the foundation of love and each brick was cemented
with understanding.
She winced in pain as her back stiffened . The hot water bag arrived to ease her pain.
Her tired eyes smiled, sending a small 'Thank you' note to him silently.
"Hope Lucy's examination goes not clash with our wedding anniversary next month", as
she stirred the spinach broth over slow fire. The knife on the chopping board came to a
standstill as he raised his hand to wipe a solitary tear that had escaped his eye and a
suppressed sob made his face pale. "These onions are pungent", he complained as she
turned to look at him. His bundle of grief been been tightly held by the rope of patience
when all pills, potions and psychiatrist treatment failed.
Four decades ago Lucy waited at the crossroad for the school-bus with the tiny silver
prattle in her hand. Fate had other plans. The prattle lay beneath the vagrant truck tyre.
He kissed the tarnished silver rattle in the darkness of the night.
She had not buried Lucy.
were segregated from the handkerchiefs and put away in the drawers. Everything moved
in clockwise precision for Lucy's morning school.
"Did you....
"I remembered to pay the school fees on time", and a broad smile flashed on his face.
Last time he had to pay a small penalty.
They ate their breakfast together in the kitchen slurping on maple syrup pancakes and
laughter.
Their little cottage attracted both admiration and envy from the neighbours. Mrs. Annie
said that their home was built on the foundation of love and each brick was cemented
with understanding.
She winced in pain as her back stiffened . The hot water bag arrived to ease her pain.
Her tired eyes smiled, sending a small 'Thank you' note to him silently.
"Hope Lucy's examination goes not clash with our wedding anniversary next month", as
she stirred the spinach broth over slow fire. The knife on the chopping board came to a
standstill as he raised his hand to wipe a solitary tear that had escaped his eye and a
suppressed sob made his face pale. "These onions are pungent", he complained as she
turned to look at him. His bundle of grief been been tightly held by the rope of patience
when all pills, potions and psychiatrist treatment failed.
Four decades ago Lucy waited at the crossroad for the school-bus with the tiny silver
prattle in her hand. Fate had other plans. The prattle lay beneath the vagrant truck tyre.
He kissed the tarnished silver rattle in the darkness of the night.
She had not buried Lucy.