A waft of warm sugar welcomes me into work – Graham always makes sure that they are just out of the oven. The gentle heat from the paper wrapper gives comfort on a cold day.
I would know Graham was there before he even said hello. It wasn’t just the smell of the doughnuts, but the shower gel he always used, and the way he would walk into a room (stealthily pushing the door open). A gentle squeak, followed by his trainers on the wood panels.
Another clue was the coffee beans – they tasted bitter on my tongue even before I drank the coffee. Sometimes I pretended not to hear him, that I was to engrossed in my typing, but I always sensed he was there.
Now I have to live without him, and I’m not sure I can do it. Since the day I identified his body, my senses are dulled. I can’t think straight, and food no longer has any taste – everything leaves a bitter taste.
Ohhhh no. That’s so tragic 😢
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It is from a longer piece I am writing from the viewpoint of a visually impaired woman. She investigates his death. It is my first attempt at a thriller.
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A poignant story Diana. Very moving. Thanks for joining in
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. Chernobyl is one of the most radioactive sites in the world and I learnt about the firefighters uniforms being thrown in a deep pit in a Science lesson where I worked in a school.
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So sad, but so well written, Diana!
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Such a sad but beautiful piece, Well done.
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Fond memories help diminish the pain of loss, but it never goes away completely.
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The everyday things like that really do hit differently, duller with grief.
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Oh, dear this is sad🥺🥺🥺
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A tragic ending. Such a unique take on the prompt.
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