He waited, wondering if she would come. Anna, his wife, the torment of his days and the delight of his life. She had been visiting her terminally sick father. He could not resent the old man, but he feared the creature comforts of Anna’s old life and worried that his love might not be enough to make her return.
He looked at his work worn hands, and prayed for her return.
The train whooshed to a halt and the gate opened. Anna stood there quietly, almost as if unsure of her welcome.
He opened his arms and she came home…