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02/18/2011

t’s Red Dress Friday so that means another prompt. Today’s is; write about finding a lost article of clothing in the back of a drawer or closet. You are to let us know how the item was found, what it is, and why it’s so meaningful to you or your character.

My piece if fictional

The sun lit up a steady stream of dust as it came in through her window. This was her favorite part of the day. Early morning. The birds were just starting to sing, the coffee pot had just started to brew, and the day was fresh.
Memories hadn’t kicked in yet, heartache hadn’t begun. The day was beginning and for a minute it was perfect.
Under her heavy down comforter she pressed her head into her pillow and stretched. Maybe today would be different? Maybe today wouldn’t be filled with a heavy heart, a slow pace, tears, and naps on the couch. Maybe today would be the day she turned the pictures back around, answered the phone, made herself something to eat.
Swinging her feet out of the bed and pressing them into the plush carpet she willed herself to feel happiness. It wasn’t there. She felt empty.
She walked over to his dresser, the same as she did every day before and touched his watch. A gold Rolex he received as a gift when he retired sat on top. She ran her fingers over its smooth face and let herself slip into the memory of seeing it on his wrist. Peaking out from under his suit jacket every morning before work, pealing it off every night before bed.
Sweeping her hand along the wall she stopped at the window and let the sun shine on her face. She missed being outside and walking hand in hand with him, gardening in the spring, waiting for him on the porch.
Tears were pooling in her eyes and she dare not cry, not yet. She was going to try hard this morning.
Shifting to the closet she combed through her array of black clothes.
Plain black t-shirt, plain black pants. The same everyday.
She had packed his clothing away months ago, it hurt too bad to see them, to smell them, to be reminded that he would never wear them again.
As she slid her shirt off of the hanger something orange caught her eye. A bright fabric amongst her sea of greys and blacks. Reaching down she pulled the clothing closer to her and shook it out.
Her husbands dress shirt hang in her hands, bright orange, unwrinkled, and still smelling of him.
She didn’t feel sad.
Her heart didn’t feel heavy.
The sun shone in and the orange shirt lit up in its glow.
She slipped his shirt on wrapping it around her fragile body. His smell surrounded her and made her heart full.
Her husband was with her, he always was.
Today was going to be the beginning of the rest of her life.
Today was going to be a good day.

Leighann

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