Lost
/A poignant look back at happier times. The story received a positive response from my writing group. I also write various prose articles and space adventure stories.
A tear rolled unchecked down my cheek as I think about my Edward. Making it clear to the lovely coffee ladies that I wanted to be alone for a while, I sat nursing my cup of tea. It has been a normal Sunday service but, by chance, one of the hymns was a favourite at weddings. In fact, we chose it for our own wedding service. It was just last Friday I knew I had lost my beloved husband.
We met in the summer of '57. New to the village, I lived with my parents, caring for them and working in the nearby town. He had just been demobbed from National Service. Grasping the opportunities that National Service had given him; his life had been transformed. Leaving his small Berkshire village to travel to live in Yorkshire was an exciting prospect and combined with learning a new trade proved irresistible. On his return he was delighted to see who he thought was a pretty young woman not there when he left....
By Karen Hedges