“Hi! Honey, I balanced the checkbook today. Took me a while. Perhaps I need a new calculator….I miss you, too……”
“Mrs. Dalton, the doctor will see you now.”
As the door closed, the nurse continued, “We’re sorry for the loss of your husband….”
Every day Mrs. Dalton would carry on a phone conversation with her late husband, assuring her that Mr. Dalton never really left her.
No one ever suspected she was talking to his spirit for surely they would have thought her daft.
But only Mr. Dalton knew that for certain.
From: Friday Flash Fiction