January 29th, 2009
|08:25 am - Morning|
Just a drabble, not enough for a story, which came to me this morning...
She's got to clear out this closet, she thinks, as her hands pass slowly over the shirts and skirts and trousers and jackets. It's too full for the clothes to breathe...
“How can I see what I have?” she mutters.
Then a sleeve eases itself out. Tweed-and-leather-patch, a ragged hole at the cuff. Not hers.
He's been gone a long time.
The closet now smells of bay rum and warm man instead of her flowers.
The sleeve rests itself on her shoulder. She feels the hole against her skin.
“Darling, what do you have?” comes the whisper.
|Date:||January 29th, 2009 01:41 pm (UTC)|| |
Thank you -- and less wibbly moments for the rest of the day!
Oh, that's lovely.
I feel like there should be a French word for the vague sense of sadness and discontent I feel, having read that. I don't know that there is, but I feel like there should be.
The French have a word for everything. ;-)
Thanks, W_P, for reading and kind words!
Oh, I just got a little shiver.
Thank you, Cindy. I do appreciate your reading (and shivering).
Thank you, F! Thank you for reading. :-)
Oh, that was very lovely and moving and very sad.
Thank you thank you, C, for reading and commenting! I really do appreciate it. :-)
|Date:||January 29th, 2009 05:51 pm (UTC)|| |
Whoa. Definitely goosebumpy.
I'm fascinated by whether people find it sad or scary, so thank you so much for reading and weighing in! :-)
(And have a good day, too.)
|Date:||January 29th, 2009 06:53 pm (UTC)|| |
I'd say melancholy, wistful and a bit eerie.
Not sure whether it counts as a "real" ghost story one about material memory; either way, it's ...
you weren't supposed to kill him!
Such goodness in such a wrongish package, you writer, you.
"Him" might not be HIM. Although the details do point that way... but anyway.
Thank you for reading the wrongish package and still finding good! You are awesome, H_P. Awesome!
Whether it's HIM, he's hers, though, yes?
... it's dead good, L -- I *mean* it. (And I hope you know it.)
Yes. Yes, that's right.
And I'm off for a long evening of work, but thank you for kindness, because I have zero confidence at this moment!
[sends masses of hugs]
Lovely snippet. :-) *hugs* May your Friday go well!
Hugs hugs and a good Friday for you, leading to a better weekend!
At first I thought it was wistful and sad, then the creepy crawlies started up my back.
I mean, your reading is always insightful and most, most welcome, Susan. :-))
[all good thoughts for your Friday]
Thank you, thank you, G! :-)
Rainkatt, thank you! I so appreciate your reading and your response. :-)