The Final Message

"Son, have you seen my phone?", she sounded anxious.
"Haven't I told you not to leave it where she can take it from?", said the frustrated son.
"Baby, give Grandma her mobile back.", rather sweet. "Whatever in it has got her so addicted!", he murmured.
The elderly couple weren't wrong in their hesitation to embrace technology.
But, as soon as they had bought their touch screens, they were swept up by their many many features.
Forwarding messages, constant chatting from the next room, shy, yet the occasional video calling. What a thrill!
Three days after they started on this digital adventure, the man went on his weekly shopping. He gave her minute to minute updates all the way.
Making his way across busy roads, to pick vegetables, he stopped to buy some white carnations. Her Favourite.
He smiled at the thought of her surprised face.
Thus distracted he could not be blamed if he was oblivious to the honking of the truck, given it was already striving to sound above the blaring festival speakers...
In a matter of moments, the bright carnations were coloured a brighter crimson. And the man lay sprawled in a pool of blood, with a smile that said of the last peaceful feeling he had had. His wife's happiness.
Her phone beeped his message,
"I realised I could never tell you in words just how much I love you."