Microfiction Theme: I remember…
Grace looked at the elderly man sitting next to her. She should have been uneasy with how close they were, but she found there was something comforting about him.
“You look so much like Walter— my husband— but an older version. Are you related to him?” Grace asked.
The older gentleman looked saddened by her question. Did she forget that he was a relative?
Kissing her on the forehead, Walter whispered, “You might not remember me, but I will always remember you.”