THE TRUNK

It's been two years since Rustom had passed. He'd left Shireen a house, a sizeable fortune, a vintage clock, his mother's jewellery and his prized 1959 Ford Zodiac. He treasured it more than anything. Rustom was a loving husband, but ceased to be one around his beloved Ford. She'd caught him fidgeting in its trunk on many occasions. She 'caught' him because he hated being discovered doing that. 40 years of marriage, and she hadn't seen what was in the trunk, yet. She was curious of course, but his last words were 'Don't open the trunk if you've ever loved me'. It was midnight, she stood there in the drive way, keys in hand. It's was Curiosity vs Undying Love. She could visualise a question mark battling a heart. She was imaginative like that. 'I've abstained for so long' she thought.'But I'm his wife! He loved me more than her!'. She spotted a Campa Cola bottle cap on the floor and decided to play toss. 'Heads, I open it. Tails, I don't'. Click... Tails. 'Let's make it best of three...'