Edgar sat entranced at Elsie’s bedside, tenderly cradling his wife’s delicately familiar hand.
As her body entered the final stage , the rise and fall of her chest ceased to be visible.
But the gentle warmth of her now frail hand, cupped gently in his own, allowed him to know, she was still there with him.
He supposed he had lived a lifetime wondering what this moment would be like.
Now that it was here however, all he could think of was how glad he was that ‘His Elsie’ -wasn’t here..
She had always hated good byes…
This is a Six Sentence Story, I could not come up with one for the cue word this week on Girlie on the Edge’s Blog, this week, but I wanted to post this one anyway.