By Glenn Bowman
Knitting gloves, scarfs, and baby shoes for many years, her slender fingers look their best by the fire in the evening, with a glass of Claret, and wearing the ruby ring I found at a Burmese jewelry shop in Singapore.
I’ll never forget the day, waving our passports like flags, and dashing through customs to catch the next Siberian Airlines flight to another continent. We traveled the world as carefree young lovers, and time was our portal to far horizons.
Today I kissed her folded hands at rest and placed our travel-worn flight plans by a tall slab of white granite.
Ooh tugs at the heartstrings, Glenn. I love the image of the hands it captures the essence of the stillness of death. Great stuff.
Thanks for your feedback, Hazel. For me, a woman’s hands express what’s living in her soul.
Beautifully written! Excellent imagery. Thank you for sharing.
The lifetime of a love relationship told brilliantly with imagery I could see in my mind. Love it!
Great evocative story. I prefer such to the usual punchline twist ending. Jerry
What a beautiful, sad, and brilliant love story. Bravo!
Thank you all for your honest and wonderful comments. I strive for imagery in my stories, and succeeding in 101 Words is a indeed a tough nut.
Powerful and elegant story. Moved me to tears. Well done!
Very strong work – congrats!
Thanks for sharing this story. Well done!
Sounds like a life and love well lived. Beautiful Glenn.
Thank you, Joy. I put myself at the gateway when our flight was announced; a flying boat from another era.
Wonderful, tender love story in 101 words…covers an entire lifetime of love. And I loved it!