When I am gone, who will take up my space?
When I am gone, who will breathe in my air?
Who will say the words I don’t say and fill the void I’ve left?
I hope I leave my footprints in the sand, to be remembered for a little while.
Jubilant following the publishing of her first story, Jean has wasted no time having another go. Her husband is amazed she can write anything in fifty words when she talks so much!
“Right hand, left shoulder. Left hand, right shoulder. Squeeze.”
I hug myself using the instructions from your last phone call. For a year, these nine words are all I’ve had of you. Unable to face the world without your love, I let the tears fall and savor your words again.
Suzi Harris is a retired technical writer working on her first novel with the support of her crazy Canadian husband and two psychotic cats.