My Beginning

My Beginning 

 

 

 

Story: 

 

My husband cares for me, he says to me every morning. 

Sound asleep, soft, grunt I feel safe with my husband. 

He tells me, at day, one day I will be there in dispose for you 

No matter what.  Any whim, and chance, I am yours. 

We embrace and I feel so happy.  He grunts. 

 

I toss and turn girlishly.  He is my husband, my love, 

My affection.   He is mine. 

 

I’ll be home in some hours, I tell my husband. 

He grunts.  I love that. 

 

I search for him, in our bedroom, but it is empty. 

I cry a lot.  I walk through an empty house. 

Nothing, 

 

Hubby? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I enter my car.  It starts and takes me to my destination. 

I take steps to the grocery store and there is a boy. 

Reminds me of my husband when we were a little young. 

 

 

 

 

I come home. 

Dear? 

 

My home is empty.  I walk within the house, rooms and the halls.   

 
 

The end. 

 

 

Sincerely yours, 

 

      Mishel Reyes 

 

1809 Black Plague December 

Reviews

[Dennis Wolf]

I've had that ghost sensation too, waking in bed, thinking my other was there, but my grasping hands only found cold sheets.. Sometimes, even those familiar scents would creep into my nostrils only to dissipate when I wake.
Interesting write here.

[1809 Black Plague December]

Thank you so much Dennis Wolf, you captured it so carefully, :S -----😁