The Keepsake

“20 minutes last time, 40 minutes today. Always late!”

“I’m sorry hon. Crazy traffic.”

“Well, where’s my…”

“I have your book. It’s in the car.”

“Thank you. I thought you broke your promise!”

“Hey, these promises are trivial. You are like a promise to me. I’ll keep you no matter what.”

“Oh, like a keepsake?”

Years rolled and seasons changed.

He kept his promise.

Shared her grave.


Originally published at shalakakulkarni.wordpress.com on December 15, 2016.