No coverage, not even one bar; the battery was dead anyway. Still daytime, but with an overcast, the sky had a perfectly even dullness, so…
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The silence grew loud…
The emptiness heavy…
The anger tenacious.
But it didn’t start that way. Love was beautiful. Love was kind. Love was patient. Love was vulnerable. In the days of light and mercy, love melted into her with unscathed passion on a beautiful summer day.
Memories flooded through the woman’s soul. She remembered. She wasn’t ever supposed to forget. But she did. Almost forty years had passed.