David Boles: Human Meme

In the heart of a quaint, cobblestone-lined town stood a small, Victorian-style parlor, its windows dimly lit by the flickering glow of candlelight. Within its walls, Edward, a middle-aged man cloaked in the heavy garb of mourning, sat alone, staring into the empty space where once the laughter and warmth of his wife, Margaret, filled the air. Six months had passed since her untimely departure to the world beyond, yet each day dawned for Edward as though it were the first without her. His heart, once buoyant with love, now sank in the sea of despair, longing for a whisper, a touch, a sign from his beloved Margaret.