Husband

By: 1000th Ghost

She told her husband that she loved him, and it was not entirely a lie. She loved that he was kind and that he was a hard worker and that he was a good father. But she never loved him in the way that a woman ought to love her husband.

Their rare love making was always short and to the point. She wanted to close her eyes and imagine it was her Edward who was banging into her, groaning hungrily and caressing barbarically, but images of the innocent man would not come during the activity she hated.

Now she was old, and her husband had been dead for years. She had lived off of memories of one fleeting kiss in an attic for a lifetime, and after narrating the memories - as fresh as ever - for her granddaughter, she knew that she had to go back.

The End