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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

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« on: June 16, 2017, 07:32:28 PM »

Searing rimmed eyes peel open to salt crusted hair stuck to her lips, cheeks and pillow. Dreaded daylight sits heavy upon her chest, taunting her with shards of light. She no longer sinks backwards to the middle of the mattress into the bookend of her life. His warmth stretching the landscape of her back and legs...gone.  He flowed like a river along her banks. She was the rock that grounded his flight. But Wednesday traffic rises like a heartless swarm of bees outside. She twists away, diving under waves of tangled cotton, holding her breath to soak in memories. Swallowing fear into the pitt of her gut that they too may fade. The musky scent in the crease of his neck. The lull of his whisper. The weight of him. The sparks his bare skin ignited. The sound of his heavy feet ambling the squeaking floor boards late after work... and the way, each time her heart beat would rise in love with every hello. Wedding gold slips off her finger to the bottom of the ocean bed gobbled by the unchanged bottom sheets. Loss of appetite has loosened her grip, her clothes and will. The widow adrift in the journey with no map.
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