My Wife

A short story, complete.

I was walking down the road when a woman I had never met put her arms around my neck and called me, "Husband!"

My wife, Madam Pei, loves to laugh, loves warmth, and loves the starlight of the late night. When the draft blows through the house on a winter night, she says, "Husband, listen. The red candle is swaying."

I nod, knowing we have no spare money to buy red candles. There is only an oil lamp in the house, year after year lighting up our tiny corner of the world.

Theme: Love