Everything had gone. Drawers yawned open, empty. The robe door hung ajar, her garments vanished. The dressing table was bare, all the little pots and boxes of colours and smells taken away. He bent down to absorb a little of her fragrance and lingered as he breathed it in. For a second, he felt certain he saw her, sitting there on the bed. He wiped a tear from his eye and she was gone.
His phone rattled and bleeped. New message it said on the screen. Fumbling with the buttons, his heart pounding in his chest, he found himself looking at her message. ‘Sorry’ it said. Just one word, ‘Sorry’. He pressed reply and typed a single word back. ‘Why?’
He stood trembling, the phone clutched in his shaking hand. It burst back into life. Another new message. ‘Sorry’ it said, just one word, ‘Sorry’
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No! No! No! This is NoT how it's done.
ReplyDeleteVery well written, Keith, cold and painful.
How beautifully sad. well done
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking and vividly portrayed. You have a true gift.
ReplyDeleteImpressive, and rather moving...
ReplyDeleteGreat writing Keith however he must have been as thick as a plank not to realise she was not happy.
ReplyDeleteThis is the most dreaded message and even emphasized twice! The tendency is to blame but here she apologized. That hurts more! Wonderful write Keith!
ReplyDeleteHank
So intense!
ReplyDeleteAn empty drawer but such a full and rich story...i think i can imagine..as i am sure he does too..expertly written..
ReplyDeleteheartbreaking emotional story, loved the way you have written it,
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Intense!!!!! What a sad way to find closure. Well done!
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