By Coco Jane
Eldon sighed as he gazed at the picture of his wife. Two years, three months, six days since she…
He caressed the smooth glass over her cheek. “Lord, when can I see my dear Alice again? Eighty-seven years is enough for me.”
He sighed again and turned on the television. Some cop show.
Leaning back, picture still in his lap, Eldon closed his eyes. Soon he dozed in his recliner.
Music. Beautiful, splendid violins and flutes. Heaven at last!
Eldon opened his eyes.
The music was different. Sirens. This must not be heaven.
The cops were chasing the murder suspect.
“Rats.”
I wonder what the music of heaven is like. I expect they’ve got a Handel on it. I enjoyed this story although it is sad.
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Well written story with an excellent twist.
Thanks, Susan. A friend told me this happened to her grandfather.
Beautifully written. The heartbreak of a lost love is captured. I hope they are both enjoying heaven’s true music now.
Thank you.
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