This is my entry to Thorny Thursday, a romance-themed day on Substack, hosted by
. A very short flash fiction, barely 200 words.“I wish I could touch you. I wish I could look into your eyes again. I know we were not perfect, but…we were good together. More than good. It’s so cold without you…so cold…” she whispered lying in bed and shivering. It had been a month since his death, but every minute without him was torture, the pain of loss cutting into her chest like a blunt knife. She laid awake every night, holding his picture to her chest, caressing the wedding ring on her finger, and crying…crying hundreds of silent tears into her pillow, until the dawn sang her exhausted body to a dreamless sleep.
“I love you! I love you so much! I wish you were here! It’s so cold… I wish you’d hold me to keep me warm like you always did,” she cried out into the darkness.
She couldn’t see him, a substance without a body holding her close. She couldn’t hear his cries, “I’m here! I’m here!” or his whispers “I love you…” all she could feel was coldness embracing her when he laid close and tried desperately to keep her warm.
Another instance of how one needs to be careful about wishes... short, but good!