From Lillie McFerrin Writes |
Ache
The house is quiet; still as the dusty bars of sunlight
laying on the floor; as silent as the phone that doesn’t ring. In the drive sits a car, full to the windows with memories
stuffed in boxes; memories that once filled the nooks and crannies of these
empty rooms. Empty as the crib in the corner. The heels of my shoes echo down the hall to the door, ghosts
of other hearts beating under this roof. I watch as the memory of my palm fades from the glass until
there is nothing left of me here.
Wonderful writing. I could hear the heels on the floor. Number five was my personal favorite.
ReplyDeleteThank you Nancy!
ReplyDeleteI could hear and smell and feel that room as I was writing this. The challenge was to say enough in five sentences to convey my experience.