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Below is my 5 minute #freewrite on today's prompt: moth
If you've never created a #freewrite before, please check out today's post by @mariannewest
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-395-5-minute-freewrite-monday-prompt-moth
With a gentle click, the door closed behind her.
Dragged down by her heavy, black coat, she stood still in the dim mudroom.
The sense of an empty, silent house was overwhelming.
It felt off, the way a dream mimicking reality never feels quite right.
But this was real.
She tried taking a step further inside, and then another.
Each time was methodic and careful, as if her legs would give out.
Through numbness and lost thoughts, she found herself at the edge of the dining room.
The curtains were drawn closed, leaving the room in reflective shadows.
The familiarity was faint too, echoed in the faded wallpaper, the framed photos.
Hesitantly, she placed her hand on the back of a dining chair, feeling the cool, smooth wood against her skin.
A choking sensation arose as her eyes welled with tears.
They spilt as she let go of the chair to try and wipe them away.
How am I supposed to do this?
It was then that she noticed the light leaking in from the next room.
The blinding shards, cast against the dark floor, interrupted her despair.
With curious trepidation she followed them into the cozy kitchen, which was illuminated by the brightness beaming in from the window.
She saw the golden glow softening the shadows, the gilded highlights sparking on the sink, and the evergreen trees beyond, basking in the daylight.
My Ending
A moth lays dead on the window sill, uncleaned for many years.
Little could she remember when she awoke last week, not her name, the year, or where she was.
She could feel her legs, but they didn't seem right.
But after an amazingly remarkable recovery, she was able to return to an empty house.
Hopeful that she might be able to put the pieces of the last five years of her life in order.
She did know one thing, the love of her life was gone, he would have never let their home feel so lonely.
Coma therapy had come a long way since the 2050's, so her body was ready to move on with her life, but her mind wasn't.
She couldn't even remember who was driving.
Stacy sat at the kitchen table, watching the sun dance on the walls and listening for the familiar sounds her house made, long ago.
End of story by Bruni
Find the we-write here:
https://steemit.com/wewrite/@freewritehouse/we-write-i-write-you-write-win-8-sbi
Bruni!! I love the ending of the story!! Look at you, mister fiction writer!
Not my forte, but it sure was fun to write it.