This is my 50 word story for this week. I heard about it from literature-trails post. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Its called To Live Without Love Isn't Living
“I don’t want you to die,” the old man said. Tears flowed through the wrinkles on his weathered face and dropped onto the hospital bed. “How am I supposed to live without you?” A drawn out beep answered. “I love you. I always have and always will. Goodbye, my love.”