Thursday, July 22, 2010

Magpie 24

























She woke with the light of the morning, still in the dress she wore yesterday.  She stood and walked to the window and looked out at the sky.  Smoothing the dark, wrinkled silk over her thighs, her thoughts turned to her dreams.  She'd had a fitful sleep burdened with painful dreams.  Painful, because they reminded her of him, of their life together, of how full of life he had been and how that life had been cut so, so short. 

She turned around and surveyed the room... their room.  His flannel shirt still hung on the back of the closed door, his shoes, where he'd left them in front of the closet.  Her half-full wine glass remained on the dresser.  She'd left it there last night, or was it very early this morning?  The red liquid still.  It hadn't helped to still her mind... hadn't helped to still her grief.  She went to the door and buried her face in his shirt.  Breathing in his scent, his very essence... and she wondered how she would cope with her half-empty life.

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19 comments:

  1. SO sad, a loss as profound as hers. I suppose she will suffer for some time yet.

    Well done.

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  2. That was very sad for me to read as it took me back to those very feelings I experienced just last year. That was outstanding, Dianne!

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  3. such a sad story beautifully told

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  4. So very SAD! This Magpie definitely has roots in reality. Well done.

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  5. So sad but so true, lovely Magpie.

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  6. oh dear...so very sad. A half full life indeed.
    Well written-well done!

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  7. Nicely written .. I could feel her anguish. I also loved your haiku!

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  8. oh I loved reading this...it was so brilliantly written!
    thanks for sharing!

    ciao bella
    creative carmelina

    magpietales - here I come!

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  9. Aw... the subtext of ambiance, eh?

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  10. I'm amazed at how many of this week's Magpies have dealt, some way or another, with death. This one was well-done.

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  11. sad and sorrowful...well written.magpie..bkm

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  12. Omgosh I had a woman left too for this prompt..
    Loved the bit where she buried her face in his shirt.
    Christine

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  13. This story makes the light coming in the windows seem a little bit daunting and unwelcome. Interesting Magpie!

    I like the cat and book picture on your side bar!

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  14. vivid and animated writing,
    excellent skill!

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