We Will Always Remember Our Lion

Prose by Rachel Fuld

Sunday.
An ordinary day.
Life was good.
But, I didn’t think so.
Life was also not good.
But, I thought it was. 
 
Sunday.
A usual day.
Husband at work.
Children at school.
I’m on a break from work 
And my house duties.
 
Sunday.
A regular day.
Getting a manicure.
At a new location.
We chat, as usual.
Then he calls.
 
Sunday. 
Just a day. 
A phone call c…