Tony felt too alone in the airplane. He felt wrong. His heart was twisting. Tony kissed his wedding ring. It was warm from how often he clutched it during the flight. The promise he made flashed in his head non-stop.
“Go,” Amelia rasped from the hospital bed, with love and a bittersweet smile. Tony would never forget her lips; the way her upper lip was slightly fuller than the bottom and the undefined Cupid’s bow.
“Go to New Delhi like we planned on,” she told him.
Not without you, he wanted to say, but he let Amelia live vicariously through him.
Amelia rose a frail hand and wiped the tears he never felt. “Promise me you’ll go to the Lotus Temple, and –“
“I’ll be sure to take pictures,” Tony finished and squeezed her hand.
The plan was for her to recover, and they’d celebrate her victory over cancer.
Tony wasn’t supposed to be on a plane to New Delhi after his wife’s end-of-life care. He wished he could kiss Amelia as the plane landed.
Word count: 175
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. To read other stories based off the prompt, go here.