Category: Stories

I remember that first day in the office. I did not fit anywhere – no one wanted to talk to me – I was the boss’s son. And my father…? He never spoke to me at work.

She ran a damp cloth over the counter wiping off some imaginary dust. It was gleaming and clean. She leaned against it and looked around. It was a brand-new kitchen. Every surface sparkled.

She peered up at me and gave me a toothless grin. “Don’t worry. Your milk will be delivered when the clock strikes six, “she said. “After all, if the milk does not come on time, everything will get delayed. It is a very responsible job.”

I never really liked her. I had known her as a child growing up. She was my neighbour’s sister.

He looked at her photo in the paper. In the Obituary section.

He had died, and she could not believe it. Fifty-two years of marriage… and he was gone.