“I’m sorry. Your tests with the latest medication proved unsuccessful. The prognosis is six months.”

John grasped his wife’s hand and squeezed it gently.

They travelled to the airport in silence, but desperate to talk.

Understanding airline staff upgraded them.

“Your lucky day!” cracked a joker as they left Economy.

John B. Sinclair is a much-travelled Scot who has now returned to Scotland, where he enjoys freelance writing on a variety of subjects.