(100-word flash fiction)
The train had entered a tunnel and quite inexplicably the lights had gone out. When they had emerged into the daylight, there he had been, sitting opposite her. Quite inexplicably her heart had fluttered. At the magic of it. His sudden appearance or the meeting of their eyes, she wasn’t sure.
He had smiled, as though looking knowingly into her heart.
Twenty years of togetherness had ensued.
Now, after the funeral, looking up at his smiling photo, it seems as though he is still looking deep into her heart, past the grief, and saying, “the magic will always be there.”
Getting a bit sentimental this week for the Friday Fictioneers fix. 🙂