Happy Anniversary Sayang.

The car was a twisted wreck, so was the driver, but not yet dead. His fatal wound: one of his broken ribs had punctured his left lung. With whatever strength left in his limp body he struggled violently on the stretcher, refusing to leave, His hands no longer obeyed him, from his mouth incomprehensible gurgle. His eyes did the talking, moving back and forth from his wrecked Honda and to the medic’s eyes, Please. You left something in there? the medic gestured to the wreck as he strapped down the man for the ride to the GH. I’ll look for it, the medic promised. One long stare and the man relaxed slightly, calmed by the promise and the drugs pumped into him. The ambulance is long gone, along with the medic’s aide. The medic found what the man had been so reluctant to leave behind, an envelope stained with blood; a card from the looks of it and a bouquet of roses with some of the petals fallen off because of all the tumbling the car did after the lorry rammed into its side. Another drunk driving case. There is a woman by the bed of the deceased, the wife. Not a sob, only tears. She spoke unbidden; death of a loved one loosened her tongue. The man had been notoriously forgetful. From things to anniversaries. Its their anniversary today. What are those? she asked pointing to the envelope and the half dead bouquet, her voice choking back sobs. Perhaps he hadn’t forgotten after all. For you, i think, said the medic handing her over both. Sure enough it is an anniversary card. Her sobbing stopped as she read the card. She looked at the medic and asked, who the heck is Sally??