Friday Fictioneers: What’s Left

Article Source: talesfromthemotherland.me

TALES FROM THE MOTHERLAND

(Aaaand, once again, I forgot to add my post to the link up!)

I missed a week, recovering from my trip to Israel and the March on Washington. Hard to wrap my brain around so many things right now…

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for rallying whatever, whatever the mood or weather! Find details on her blog and join us! Thanks to Roger Bultot for the wonderful inspiration.  As always, I welcome honest, constructive feedback.

roger-bultot-flower © Roger Bultot

What’s Left

Your footsteps echo on the empty street. Even as I hide behind the curtain, the smell of you lingers in this room. I cry out, a silent scream–– please don’t go. But you disappear around the corner and emptiness fills the space.

How did we drift so far, that I didn’t see your empty smiles and vacant eyes?

The cat rubs her back along my leg, and a guttural sob…

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