Friday Fictioneers
I can remember clearly the exact minute that started this new life as a widow.
Sunshine was streaming through the living room window. I could feel warmth on my leg. The sky was a hazy blue. It could have been a beautiful late spring day, but the naked tree limbs unmasked the truth. It was the middle of January. For a split second I was in a different place, a different time. For the smallest portion of a second I felt young again.
The naked tree limbs brought me back to reality. My heart ached. Then the sobbing started again.
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/09/02/4-september-2015/
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/09/02/4-september-2015/
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Nicely done, Iris! Emotion at it’s peak in 100 words. Chryssa
thanks 🙂