But his bed is empty, he's not there, and only now does she truly waken and – with an empty start – remember that she has a funeral to attend.
She wakens in the morning half-light: cold, driving rain hammers on the bedroom window. She closes her eyes and pulls the duvet back over her shoulders, tucked up in a personal cocoon. Perhaps she should get up, but she came to slightly early. Still dozing, she feels a yearning for her husband and reaches out to see if he's awake: there's time enough to begin the day in the best way possible.
But his bed is empty, he's not there, and only now does she truly waken and – with an empty start – remember that she has a funeral to attend. 30/4/2021 01:12:16 pm
Very touching complete with a twist at the end like a scene from a movie.
Sivan Pillai
30/4/2021 01:53:17 pm
What a heart-breaking twist! Wonderful, Gordon.
Daniel Hybner
30/4/2021 03:28:37 pm
What a great little piece. What should be an intimate beginning to another day turns instantly into a cold reminder of how much those moments should be treasured for their relative brevity. Beautiful work.
Peggy Gerber
30/4/2021 07:42:15 pm
Heartbreaking. She woke up to a nightmare.
Jennifer Duncan
30/4/2021 09:05:19 pm
I'm sure similar situations happen often to those who have lost a loved one. Even a place like bed which should be a place of comfort, becomes a horrible reminder of grief. Touching.
Pamela Kennedy
30/4/2021 09:43:23 pm
So touching...
Gordon Lawrie
30/4/2021 10:45:09 pm
Thanks, everyone. Someone is very much in my thoughts this weekend.
Sue Clayton
1/5/2021 01:35:58 am
Gut-wrenching, Gordon. And condolences for your loss, whether it be past or present. Comments are closed.
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