Blue
I scan her half of the closet. Her favorite color was blue. She first lost herself in my cornflower eyes, she once said. Today I choose the silky dress with a thousand hydrangea petals. The short skirt will display my lean runner’s legs, another feature she loved. She used to giggle as I danced for her in my boxer shorts across our bedroom floor. I loved her then, before the cruel smirk she wore after discovering her panties beneath my suit. She no longer laughs, and I have inherited her clothes. I like the blue ones that match my eyes.
Photo credit: Beret Olsen
Great construction and flow – v ‘My Last Duchess’-ish, if you see what I mean. Enjoyed the way the twists and turns flowed within such brevity. V enjoyable.
Sarah, beautifully written, and so funny, too! Loved it!
Lovely images and great writing with a surprising twist at the end.
You are a sweetheart,babe. That is one wonderful piece of written work and I am blown-away. Gorg. Keep it up!