Years after. He touched the pavement where it happened, hoping to feel something. Was it possible for a place to hold some fragment of an event? Might the wind have a whiff of her sandalwood perfume? Might the place where she stood be slightly warmer?
His hand felt only rain.
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Aw…that spot will always be special to him.
maybe when the pavement dries…….
Palpable longing
Agreed. Very much palpable!
Tender memory.
Well written.
Very touching.