Sharing their memories

HAZY images kept coming like a lightning. Angeline seemed to be floating. She was seeing herself in the memory of Jacob. Almost every moment she was happy with her husband, some petty quarrels, and they tirelessly reminded of each importance to each other as in almost inseparable. She felt the love and importance from the way she kissed it, the fiery caress that heightened her pleasure and completeness. He was showered with love in his eyes and arms that were always there for him. He looked at it as if he loved it as if it were part of his existence.

Not only was his love stored in his memory but laughter, pain, disappointment, and death.

Angeline was shocked at the tight hand that hugged her nakedness. When she inhaled his familiar scent, her senses relaxed and so did her body sagged to his embrace.

"Babe?"