The Final Touch

It is a quiet night. It usually is, when it is close to midnight. It was raining throughout the day until night time. The streets are wet from the rain. He is walking in the middle of the street, as the pavement is narrow and almost taken by the shops on both sides. There no street lights there. What lights his way are those shop signs that are kept on all day. He is still holding his umbrella as he was expecting a heavy rain sometime during the day or night. It is still just few continuous drops of rain every now and then. He kept walking and saw an old lady sitting in front of a shop that has his signed turned off. The shop looked dusty. He could not see what is inside.

As he passed by, he remembered that he saw this lady before. It was not only once. He remembers seeing her walking down the same street carrying her chair. So, he took few steps back to ask if she needed help. She replied; I am just sitting in front of my son's shop. She did not give him any sign that she was willing to have a conversation. But, the curiosity was burning within him, as he does not remember the last time he saw this shop with the lights on. He said: I think this shop has been closed for a while. You might got tired and just decided to stay there, and he repeated offering her help by asking if she needed to be guided to her son's shop.

She said: I can see a nice and gentle man in you. I know that the shop is closed since 4 months and let me tell you that, it is not going to open again.
She took a breath and had three seconds of silence. It was like she had something heavy in mind to say. He was speechless, not because of what she said. But, because her sentence raises so many questions that his mind did not know where to start. She continued saying: Listen young man, it was this place where I said goodbye to my son, I was wearing these gloves which I hold one of them in my hand. I lost the other one and I cannot seem to find it. He travelled and said he will be back in few weeks. He promised to bring me some fruits that I have not tried. It was a promised present that was not delivered and I have been told that he left this world. I still come here and hold these gloves. Because, I did not know at the time, that was the final touch.

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