I considered that perhaps Anyssa had left it behind. But that couldn’t be the case; I had seen her step from the taxi carrying only a black umbrella and a tiny red patent leather clutch. I felt uneasy, wondering what eyes might be watching me. I didn’t wish to make myself more conspicuous to any diners who might not have witnessed our raised voices. So I returned to my seat, reached for the book, slid it toward me, and opened the cover. The handwritten inscription read:
March 16thOn the occasion of our fourth
wedding anniversary.
With my love.Paola
Note: See But Wait! There’s More…. for an explanation of the 100 Words project. Read the previous installment or the next one.
© 2008 Edward F. Gumnick
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