Mirage - A Short Story

Thirty five years!!

It was really too long time span to spend together.

She was tired now.

Lying on the white linen covered mattress bed, she called her husband.

He came little closer. She said ,"My time has come."

He took her hand and said with dry voice, "Don't go, please."

She felt content with his words. First time she heard concern.

A warm smile set on her lips.

She wanted to say, "I am touched. I love you."

But a dry voice interrupted, "Don't go.Who will cook for me?"

Her eyes filled with tears and she closed them forever.