By Katla Watersin
Telling myself this will be the last time, I hurry to the Resurrector record player and press Start. A brief crackle, then familiar music fills the air. My husband materializes before me, warm and smiling.
Alive and breathing.
I step into his open arms and we slow dance like we did before everything ended—talking, laughing, never taking our eyes off each other throughout the entire song.
As the music ends, I press closer, whispering, “I miss you.” He dips his head to kiss me, fades from my arms.
Shaking, I wipe my tears and hastily press Start.
One more dance.
Touching and imaginative. I enjoyed it.
Hello Katla,
Imaginative and heart-wrenching. Good work!
If only this were possible. I believe many readers will relate. Strong sentiment for a short work. Well done.
Touching and beautiful story.
Sweet and relatable.
Nicely done!
A beautiful story of love and loss.
I love it so!