|Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields|
As he had every morning for the last 78 years, Abraham padded to the kitchen for tea with his wife, Esther. Stirring sugar into his cup, he thought she looked peeved, though in the dim light, it was somewhat hard to tell.
At length, she spoke, “Was there anything you wanted to tell me this morning, old man? Perhaps something regarding those fine lamps your cousin Bernie gave us on perhaps…some special occasion?”
Setting his cup down, he ventured a sheepish, “Uhm…Happy Anniversary?”
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt.