Bookmarks – a short story
She reached for her bookmark, but it wasn’t where she
left it. She asked her husband, “Have you seen my bookmark? I know I left it on
the end table,”
“I’m reading the same book,” he responded. “Remember, the
library only had one copy. Maybe you left it in your favorite chapter,” he
pointed at the book.
She turned back several pages for the most recent
bookmark and held it in her hand. But there were more – more bookmarks sticking
out of her mystery novel. She flipped back through the pages and stopped at
every bookmark. She reread those pages and smiled in fond memory. She looked
around her family room at the many photographs of grandchildren and
great-grandchildren and smiled again. Then, as she continued, she realized that
many of the pages had been erased. Mysteriously, this also made her smile since
these were the pages with errors. She looked up at the cross on the wall with a
tear and closed her thankful eyes.
Then she turned back to where she left off that morning
and turned the page to continue. But it was blank. Not erased. It was just
blank. So were the remaining pages of the novel. She appeared a bit perplexed –
at first.
“What is it, my dear?” Her husband asked.
Her smile was her answer. She set the bookmark down and picked up a pen. She gazed out the window, at the photographs and at the cross on the wall, and then back into her husband’s eyes – and began to write.
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