She rises for another day, her solitary thoughts forever frozen, picturing their hands clasped together at the table, two steaming cups between them.
He had always loved his coffee.
The morning sun is streaming through the window, brightly illuminating the empty carafe.
It made my heart hurt. An empty anything makes my heart ache.
ReplyDeleteA woodle melodrama with your café. Good job with mood.
ReplyDeleteThis is sad. To miss that normality that so many of us take for granted. This is really sobering.
ReplyDeleteSo sad. Its the little things we miss the most. ♥
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