First Anniversary


 

He was coming home for the first time since and I wasn’t sure what to do with the mixture of emotions swirling in me.

Trepidation. Hope. Regret. Grief. … And woven between them the pleading thread that it will magically make it as if nothing had happened. For I wanted — oh, so wanted — to undo what could not be undone …

Nothing subdued the anxiety, so I just stood by the window and waited. For days now anything I touched and every room I’d entered was seen through his soon-to-come eyes: the new cover on the sofa, the oval mirror at the entryway that had replaced the one I’d broken in a fist of pain, the small rocking-chair just where it had always been. This window.

And the steps. The wretched spot where Ella’s head had hit so hard when she fell that the stair’s edge chipped.

“You should’ve watched her,” was all he’d said at the morgue. Or since.

Twelve months ago today.

 

 

(Wordcount: 162)

For the FFfAW writing challenge

 

10 thoughts on “First Anniversary

    • Thank you, Abhijit! Sadly so often a loss brings relationship to an end, adding heartbreak to tragedy. Maybe these two will find a way to hold each other’s sorrow and possibly a path to some healing.

    • Thank you … I think … 😉 Yes, I think grief often is haunting, and lingers, and takes sneaky forms that wriggle into more aspects of one’s life than can be measured in words. Take you for taking the time to comment and I hope you’ll stop by again. Na’ama

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