Sunday, November 8, 2009

Light & Shade

The slideshow of her photographs is on indefinite repeat. She smiles prettily on a horse. She laughs with a smut of ice-cream on her nose. She pouts and strikes a glamorous pose. She grins cheekily, hibiscus tucked behind her ear. Even the pictures during chemotherapy don’t betray her pain.

My gal!

And now she is gone.

I know I should be glad we had the years together that we did have. I know we lived more in those years than most people do in a lifetime.

And yet, somehow it doesn’t seem enough. Why couldn't we have grown old together?

Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.

This is a work of fiction. The characters and situations are purely imaginary, and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended.

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Elizabeth Spann Craig said...

A sad one today. But a good reminder to treasure the days we do have.

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Patricia Stoltey said...

Well done, Rayna. You've packed a lot of poignant story in those few words.

Chary Johnson said...

Awww. . . Rayna this was heart wrenching. I absolutely loved it. Great drabble.

Rayna M. Iyer said...

@ Elizabeth - we do often forget to treasure what we do have, don't we?

@ Rayna - thank you.

@ Chary - thanks.


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