Bringing Back the Dead

The day his mother passed away, he lied on her bed,

playing with the music box that she had loved for as long

as he could remember. He sprayed her perfume until the 

scent filled the room and, when it dissipated, he would do

it again. He thought he heard her voice, and slept until the

next morning. 

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

oh.

oh. this, well.. two things:
1) it HURTS
and
2) yes. i know the man, scratch that, PERSON here.

[Pen Draggin']

Brilliant darling. This seems like something I would easily find myself doing in the absence of someone, especially a parental figure. I loved how fluid it al was, it really captured that daze some people go through when they lose a loved one. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it more than twice.