This was it. This answered everything. She was quenched upon reading that first two-letter word, expansive as a verandah on a summer afternoon. Only one consonant, one vowel but since their argument and the weeks of silence, the barren Sundays, the no-text midnights, here it arrived at last: “My Amelia…”
Shoshauna enjoys being with trees, books, cats, chocolate and her husband, preferably all at the same time.
Lovely story, Shoshauna!
Thank you, Lisa; it was a fun one to write :)
How very beautiful
Thank you, JL….
That’s lovely, very poignant.
Thank you for reading, Alastair.
Such a big, beautiful word for an aching heart. I love this.