By Michael W King
There’s a shoebox in the closet near the bathroom. The running shoes that once occupied the box are long gone. Today, it has things I bought when she would spend the night. There’s a pink loofah and the coconut-scented body wash she liked. Her almost-empty deodorant and cologne remind me of the night we met. A toothbrush and paste that kept her smile bright and breath minty fresh. A hairbrush with a few strands of hair still tangled in the bristles. The last item in the shoebox—a diamond ring. Like her, it’s beautiful, but she will never wear it.
Excellent. Poignant and hints at a much bigger story.
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one of the best drabbles I’ve read for a while. Good job
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Great ending.
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So sad. And real.
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You packed a lot of story into this piece. Well done.
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Memories, that’s all we have. Sad. Thank you!