Hey, this is Peter. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

His arm was gently wrapped around her shoulders, his face turned so he could watch her sleep. She had a content, peaceful look on her face with the touch of a smile on her lips. He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his own mouth. Carefully his fingers moved to comb through her hair. When she shifted he paused, but she only let out a soft sigh and turned more toward his warmth.

( Sixty years together and Peter still loved these small moments )

My back is up against the wall while I wait for Peter. He shows up and I notice he's made the thimble into a necklace, and he plays with it with a smile on his face. Quickly he tucks it underneath his collar but I've already seen.

( You're in a good mood )

( The explosion )

-- -- --

( Aftermath )

"When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?" Macbeth

( Meeting in the rain )

Originally written in 2008

( Death )