The goal was to write a story in 200 words or fewer. This clocks in at 199…
More Time
I knew from day one that I wanted to go first. I couldn’t imagine leaving my wife, my love. Never did I imagine it would happen this soon. I suppose everyone thinks that. But here I was. Oh…why?
I have no recollection of how I got to the church. I was just suddenly…there. To be honest, I think I was in a bit of a daze. Shock? Maybe. I could see people talking, but couldn’t really take in what they were saying. It was like they were in a film — moving in slow motion, the sound on mute.
As I watched my friends and family lining up to walk past the coffin, all I could think was how much I loved my wife and kids. Did they know? Really, truly know? It’s so easy for the minutiae of life to interfere with expressions of love. Hard work all those years meant I provided my family with a secure, comfortable life. But did they know why I did it? Had I told them enough? How I treasured them?
Now it was
too late. I watched our babies, all grown up, walk past my coffin. I wanted another chance. I wanted
