In silence she pressed her fingers against the soft dough upon the countertop. She repeated the action with unsteady anticipation; knowing that, he would come and read his morning post by the table first thing in the morning... Coincidentally she heard familiar steps creak against the wooden floorboards - altogether heavy and trudging. The sound of his step echoed in unison with the silence permeating in the kitchen; and of the soft pattering of rain.
She pushed up the plump flour up again. The feeling of butterflies in her stomach.
She stopped all temptation in ceasing the urge to look at her husband. As by instinct she felt great arms envelop heavily, around her shoulders, his peck leaving a warm taste on her mouth.
Smiling softly; she returned his kiss.
He smelled of the sun, and of the grapes they have grown together in the orchard. They have taken great cares to nurture the vines and the plants last spring... Him, in charge of the flower bed; and her, her work is shown by the grapevines wrapping their arms around the lattice. He quietly slipped a pure white rose into the front pocket of her apron; led himself away to the table. She took up the rolling pin and pushed it across the grain, falling back into quietness, wished that he stayed a bit longer.
A rustle. The crinkle of the sound of paper. He was reading the summons by now. She could not take it anymore, the rolling pin refused to move. She had not the strength to pull forward, arms falling to her sides in exhaustion.
Seconds later he looked up to her breaking into a sob. Her shoulders shaking, tears falling from her cheek on top the misshapen dough. He rushed to her side, careful in easing her body to lean on him and crouched on the floor on his knees to support their full body weight. She buried her face into his chest not able to stifle her pain any longer. Rising her head, she opened her mouth to speak.
"I love you so much... But now you must go; for the sake of our country, and all there is left; all that I have left -"
" - ... is a memory of you."
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