By Anne Howkins
Kara was numb. It might have been shock, but then Jack had stolen the part of her that would have felt anything.
He’d left behind him a faint aroma on her bedlinen, a few dark curly hairs on a dented pillow, a space that once held beating flesh.
Watching her naked reflection, she palpated the hollow above her left breast, pushed her fingers between her ribs.
No pain. No scar to age to a delicate stitched tracery for future lovers to sigh over.
Her head said get over it, you’re alive.
She wondered if Jack would hear what her heart said.
The last line is great!!!
Well done. Perfect ending.
Great story that can be read literally or figuratively, which adds depth.
The last two sentences are powerful.
Thank you for your kind comments.