I wore the yellow dress he loved. The one I wore on our first date. He said I looked like a summer’s day in the flesh.
Snow bit into my red high heels, gnawing at my feet and ankles. Through clattering teeth, I watched it fall. The white, quiet crystals against the black hole in my chest.
I walked to the door into a gust of warm air, past pitying faces.
Dread clung to my legs like a screaming child, but I trudged forward. Memories shrouded me—another aisle, his smile waiting.
“Happy anniversary, Baby,” I said, kissing his cold forehead.
Wow! is there more?? great writing, Mollie!!!
I know! That’s the hard part as the writer, stopping at 101 words! But that’s the fun and challenging part too!
Beautiful writing! Now I want the rest of the story.
Thank you! I know, it would be interesting to think up the backstory on this one :)!
Really well done—Keep it up
Thank you, James! Will do!
I really like this: Dread clung to my legs like a screaming child. Killer metaphor.
Thank you so much! Ha, as a mom, that’s particularly relevant for me :).
Great writing Mollie I would love to read more
Thank you, Jessica!
Now I want questions answered. Why the pitying looks,why is his forehead cold..what happened? Why high heels in winter lol
I also loved the dread metaphor.
Ha, gotta keep up the mystery;)
Really interesting !! Love it and would love to read more !! Keep it up !!
Thank you, Mel!
Really liked the story, but loved it at the point when dread clung to her legs… something about that metaphor just pitched the funeral scene to a whole other level. Very nice!
Thank you, Smila!
Very nice, all of it. “Another aisle,” too – perfect.
Thanks, Tony! Didn’t see your comment right away. Take care, Mollie