The evening sun was still setting, painting everything in a melancholy light.
She moved to the portio to get the last vestiges of the sunlight ’cause after this there was a long night ahead.
She was sitting on the rocking chair and her cell phone rang. A familiar number. She said,”Hello?”
And they went back through the tunnels of time back to days when there were long walks with the sun setting on the background, children’s laughter from the parks and the sparkle in his eyes on seeing her smile. There weren’t much talking but then who needed words when actions were there to show your feelings.
Suddenly her phone vibrated again, “There?”
Seems calls and meetings are history, words are all that’s left and LOL is the only laughter left.