She
unzipped the suitcase with trembling fingers, and smiled through her tears. It
was so very him— neat and orderly with the faint woodsy scent she would
always associate with him. It's what had first attracted her, when their hands
met over the coffee she served him every morning.
Always
polite, and so damn sexy under his mob of hair, and thick geek glasses. Only
the twinkle in his eyes had given his naughty side away. The one he only showed
to her, leaving her breathless, aching and in love.
"Are
those your husband's belongings, Ma'am?"
She
could only nod.
Till next week, folks.
D x
Beautiful *sniffs* xx
ReplyDeleteThe first and last paragraphs gave a sense of loss, something bad happened, but the middle one doesn't quite fit the other two as I read it. I felt like she was remembering, but without pain, which probably wasn't what you were aiming for.
ReplyDeleteDespite that, it's a great flash. Very emotional (in both ways)
Loved this, l'm guessing he died and the police have asked her to verify this suitcase they've found. Is it all that's left of the poor man? Where was he going? I loved the way her mind takes her back to the man he was with only her.
ReplyDeleteThanks, guys. Only just realized I never replied.
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