Friday, April 6, 2012

Drabble Day 13

T'was my selection yesterday:

It’d been 6 hours and twenty-two minutes since he died. My heart had measured every beat since our connection had been broken.

The doctors I spoke to had no idea why an otherwise healthy thirty-three-year-old man suddenly dropped dead. I’d taken the first flight I could back to the city we lived in, cutting my business trip short, but it wasn’t soon enough.

I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. As the plane touched down, I twisted the ring on my finger, rolling the word widow around in my mouth.

Dawnie's drabble.

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