This is an edited version of a piece I posted on another website [www.creativeampersand.co.uk] a few days ago.
He turned and saw the still form of his wife lying asleep beside him; nothing to indicate that she was alive save the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She was as beautiful as ever. ‘I’m a lucky man,’ he thought.
He turned again and looked out of the window. The sky was as clear today as it had been yesterday. ‘And I guess it will be tomorrow.’
His thoughts turned to the events in Athens. ‘Too far away to worry about now.’
And then he thought about Tunisia.
They had nearly gone there. Nearly stayed in the resort where almost 40 people he might’ve got to know had lost their lives in a shooting incident. He and his wife could’ve been two more.
He was glad they hadn’t.
He turned again to look at the sleeping figure beside him.
‘It’s just as well you got your way. We wouldn’t be here otherwise.’
It was time to go fishing.