Still Us
Still Us George and Margaret had been married for 53 years, 2 months, and 18 days — not that anyone was counting, except George. He had a little notebook in the drawer beside his bed where he recorded the number of kisses they shared each week (the average was still quite respectable). They lived in a quiet cottage at the edge of a sleepy village, where time moved just a little slower — which suited them just fine. One morning, as the sun painted the kitchen with golden light, George was stirring tea and humming the song that had played at their wedding: Unforgettable. Margaret sat at the table, knitting what would probably become a slightly misshapen ...