|Flashcomb December 2013 Competion|
She knew he left the gift.
There was no real reason why this pretty little box, wrapped with a red bow should have been in her room.
No one had come in and out all day, no one cared enough to check on her, everyone busy with their own preparations of Holiday cheer, to even notice that she was missing from it.
She was not their favorite.
But he would have noticed. He would have wanted her to have fun, and stand in the midst of others, included in the fun and cheer.
Of course he would have. In his presence she had felt loved.
Deep, true soul mate kind of love, the one that gives wings and allowed her to reach new heights.
And in his arms, that love had been hers.
A tear rushed down her cheek, leaving a salty, lonely line.
Quickly untying the bow, she opened the folded paper, reading it with a mixture of laughter and a quick sob.
“Go on living - promise me.”
She nodded into the seeming emptiness of the room, knowing she was not alone, never would be.
Quietly she murmured toward the unseen presence of her passed husband.
"The Gift" was written as an entry for a writing competition held by 1000 Words called "Flashcomb December 2013" . The writing prompt was the picture of the gift above.