Every morning, on the 8:04, I look for her face. Sometimes I see individual stars, but never the entire constellation.
This is her train.
The train that took her face and scattered her stars into the darkness around it.
All I want is to see her face one more time.
Laura Besley writes short fiction in the precious moments that her children are asleep. Her fiction has appeared online, in print and in various anthologies. She tweets at @laurabesley.
wow, amazing…a great tribute to a lost loved one.
Thank you, Dianne.
Wow! Sad, Laura, but I want to hold on to the hope, too.
Thank you, Christine. Hadn’t really thought about the hopeful element. Thanks for pointing that out :)
Nice little story. Well done.
Thank you, Christian.
Achingly beautiful.
Thank you for your lovely description, David!