He closed the gate, stood there, looked on his right, and then on his left. On seeing a speeding car, he said, “Hold My Hand”. She didn’t.
“Hold My Hand, dear. Let’s cross.” He repeated his words. She didn’t. He turned back to shout at her. And on seeing the word at the gate, “Graveyard,” he realized that she is no more. A teardrop escaped from his left eye.
He wiped off the tear and walked across the road. In the midway, he felt her fingers in his, it was… her soul. Her soul smiled and he smiled.
On hearing an unfamiliar scream, he rushed inside the room. His lovable wife, looked at him and the new-born angel, and whispered, “I will…”
He waited her to complete the sentence, but on the seeing blank lines in the heart monitor, his heart skipped a beat.
The doctor held his hands and said, “We could not save your wife. Sorry.” Tears poured down from his eyes. The nurse gave him his angel, and the doctor asked him follow the process to complete the formalities.
And what she wanted to say remained a secret till her daughter published her debut novel.