SECOND PLACE Coast Weekly 99 Word Short Story Contest
Thursday, December 23, 1999
He wouldn't let her help him, so she turned away, busying herself. She reached, her hand shaking, for a raggedy tennis ball-what was it doing on the counter?
The neighbor boy escorted them, riding his bike alongside their car as far as the "yield" sign before waving good-bye.
It wasn't until it was time that she dared whisper, "I love you." He knew-but she needed one last telling. His eyes held hers, then finally, closed quietly. She sobbed, hugging his tired, old body, already missing him.
Fourteen winters, even in dog years, just wasn't enough.