A Short. Short Story
Something I wrote for 50wordstory:
The Weeks After
He wanders the house at night looking for clues. Her garments in the closet are as mystical as relics. Empty hangers from clothes taken away wait like the skeletons of birds.
He drinks wine, sits in her favorite chair. Lingering scents assault him.
Guilt after the suicide remains, mingled with relief.
The Weeks After
He wanders the house at night looking for clues. Her garments in the closet are as mystical as relics. Empty hangers from clothes taken away wait like the skeletons of birds.
He drinks wine, sits in her favorite chair. Lingering scents assault him.
Guilt after the suicide remains, mingled with relief.