By Amelia Brown
Alex watched his new neighbor storm out of her house that morning. An angry, bitter woman, he thought. I’d hate to be her.
He closed the curtain and relished the calm of his empty house.
Come evening, his neighbor’s car returned. She looked bone weary, but that was before the door swung open and children poured out. Her husband kissed her cheek.
The curtain fell from Alex’s fingers as phantom sounds filled his ears—his own door; his own children.
She wasn’t angry or bitter, his memory told him. Only tired.
It wouldn’t be so bad to be her, he thought.
Appreciated your spin and your delivery with the ‘don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone’ maxim. My youngsters are fleeing nest presently so the empathy cords were pulled tight and plucked there.
Fantastic story with a bittersweet twist.
Lovely switch at the end. Well done.
Nicely done.
At times we don’t appreciate out blessing until they’re gone. Great story, Amelia.
Poignant and poetic. Well done.
Bittersweet. Nice work.