Keys of Happiness

She’d complained over and over about the wear and tear on the keyboard, the laundry left unfolded, the cold dinners and missed appointments.

Her complaining had never moved him. Why had she been so resentful when he’d obviously gotten such joy from his games?

If only..!

Funny, now that he was gone, she didn’t mind the worn, smudged letters and dirty mouse.

Reaching behind the tower, she gently unplugs the cord and, wiping a tear from the worn key that now reads “nte”, she gathers up the piece of equipment. Cradling it like a babe, she leaves the empty room.