… for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt.
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It was their anniversary. He burst through the apartment door clutching a magnificent bouquet.
She was nowhere to be seen.
Everything of hers, gone. The robe door ajar, her garments vanished. Drawers yawned, empty. The dressing table, bare, her bits and pieces of colours and smells, disappeared.
He bent down trying to capture a little of her fragrance and lingered as he breathed it in. For a second he thought he saw her, sitting there on the bed. He wiped a tear from his eye and she was gone.
The flowers dropped to the floor.
His phone vibrated, startling him. He stabbed the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. A text appeared.
‘Sorry’ it said. Just one word, ‘Sorry’.
He pressed Reply and typed a single word back. ‘Why?’
He trembled, phone clutched in his shaking hand. It burst back into life, another text.
‘Sorry’ it said, just one word. ‘Sorry’..
You’ve done it again Keith! Such a heartbreaking story in so few words. Thanks for joining in
Nice of you to say so, thanks for hosting, Sadje.
My pleasure
Well told and poignant, but…awww…poor guy!
I feel sorry for him myself! Thanks, Christine.
So sad. Knowing why wouldn’t help.
Best leave it and move on. Cheers, Mimi.
Your fiction is getting darker than ever before, Keith.
I am amused at the same time awe-inspired.
Good one.
here’s mine:
https://natashamusing.com/2022/04/the-grand-return-fiction-natasha-musing/
Thanks so much. Don’t worry, it won’t last Natasha!
I’m not worried I’m excited what other intriguing spin your writing will take, dear Keith.😎
Gripping on the heartstrings with this one, Keith. Wow. Great take on the prompt.
Thanks for your kind words.
You are most welcome! I enjoyed it.
A great take. Nothing worse than being totally blindsided and the left to wonder why.
This is so sad, Keith 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁
-David