The lonely man washed his dishes in the sink and placed them in the strainer, stopping to reminisce over a chipped red mug. His heart skipped a beat: Her job had been to dry, close to him, warm and laughing. Instead, he dried the memory out of the cup alone.
Brenda Lee Carlson is a writer from Minnesota. She has an MA in English and an MFA in Creative Writing.
Captured beautifully.
And life continues … excellent job.
The simplest things like doing dishes or seeing a chipped cup that ignites memories. Good job.
Would like to know the back story of the Lonely man.
Beautiful, gorgeous, and well composed. Thanks.
It makes one wonder how the red mug got chipped, if she did it, and if he had pushed her away? Well done!
This is absolutely beautiful, Brenda Lee. I was standing in the kitchen right beside him.