They had been hidden in a box at the bottom of her wardrobe for many years.
“I bought them when I was about your age,” she said when she gently handed me the shoes.
Tag: <span>Fictional stories</span>
Every Sunday he took his bike and drove across town.
He would be gone all day; it was his weekly workout, that’s what the neighbors thought.
All day long she sat in her small tower and watched the horizon. She had the harbor log, knew the names and the origins of the ships that arrived that day.
“We lose a few, but most of them can do their job without any interruption,” Arthur explained, and I could see why he was so proud of his creation.
I want to run, run in the sun and jump up high and land on a cloud.
She had displayed his clothes for 25 years, and now there was nothing left but her head.
WIDOW, she hates that word.
She is still married; the love didn’t stop just because a life did.
‘See, I told you I would bring you home,’ she whispered softly.
She smiled when she said it, smiled the way only a woman in love can smile.
All was there. Clothes, Food, Blankets, new phones and even books in case we would get bored. This boat was our way out. We would row upstream and soon we would be in open water.