Martin frantically pulled items out the drawer until his hand closed on the rectangular case. “I thought I lost you.”
In the living room, a glass, some ice and a bottle waited. He added a box of tissues, and then took the videotape out of its case and pushed play.
“Hello, love!” She smiled on the screen, forever preserved. “Happy Valentine’s day!” Her smile dimmed. “Why don’t you crack open that Scotch we got at our wedding. Pour yourself a lick.”
Martin paused the recording and closed his eyes, chasing tears down his cheeks.
There was only one lick left.
This is a drabble for Monday’s prompt! And, obviously, love-themed because of tomorrow. 😉