“Darling hold me close” she whispered
“Just a little longer – please
I want to remember what it feels like to be held by you
Memories keep me warm at night”
She rolled over into several of the pillows that represented
(but would never replace) her beloved husband
who was fighting somewhere for his country
Thanks to G-Man for another week of fabulous Flash Fiction in 55 words. Come join us – play and read.