‘Til death do us part

His voice was in her head as she gathered his things. When she was pregnant with their first, he teased her about “nesting,” laying everything perfectly for their baby.

What would he call this, “distancing?”

Picking up his can of shaving gel, she held it to her face, breathing in his scent. She put it aside, thinking she’d keep it to use herself, making that memory last just a little longer.

In the end she added the can to the bin, knowing she couldn’t use it without crying. Can’t be crying with a razor in her hand, anything could happen.

The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Distancing.’

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  1. it’s interesting and kind of sad that I am reading this on the anniversary of the death of my dad. Even to this day, when I smell his cologne on someone else or see a freshly pressed button down shirt it takes me right back to one of his hugs. This reminded me of those moments that the memories take me by surprise.

    the language was lovely.

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