It was 1947 when Minerva first got lost in a pair of pale blue eyes.
Over the years, those eyes met hers across the breakfast table, watched her mend socks, and comforted her during childbirth with their slow, steady gaze.
Now, forever closed, she could still feel them.
Watching.
Waiting.
Susan Gale Wickes wrote this story.
Love this. Congrats.
Thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment.
beautiful and evocative. getting lost…
Thank you, Steven.
Lovely; poignant.
Thanks, Jane. I appreciate your comment.
Lovely, Susan! ❤️
Thank you, Lisa! ❤️
Wow! Beautiful
Thanks so much, Yogi.
Did Minerva leave this earthly world?
For the sake of happy endings, I would have to say that yes, she did, and they have been reunited.
Wow! Well deserved ‘Story of the week’..congratulations!
Thanks so much! I truly appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
Beautiful, sensitive, touching. Congratulations
Thank you so much, Randolph.
Beautiful and poignant
Thank you, Ann.