A spool of thread dropped from her hands.
The half-woven sweater lay on the ground, naked to the howling winds and the whispering willow.
He slammed the door.
The muffled sound of an engine starting up revved in the distance before it slowly groaned into silence.
She just stood there, not knowing what to say or think.
They both knew time is cruel, yet winter was crueler. Forty winters even more so.
She stared into the fireplace. The carapace gave her enough warmth not to feel cold in his absence.
Yet she was more cold than ever.
She tucked herself into her bed and hid her face in the pillow. The fire burned, yet extinguished was her heart's ember.
The half-woven sweater lay on the ground, naked to the howling winds and the whispering willow.
He slammed the door.
The muffled sound of an engine starting up revved in the distance before it slowly groaned into silence.
She just stood there, not knowing what to say or think.
They both knew time is cruel, yet winter was crueler. Forty winters even more so.
She stared into the fireplace. The carapace gave her enough warmth not to feel cold in his absence.
Yet she was more cold than ever.
She tucked herself into her bed and hid her face in the pillow. The fire burned, yet extinguished was her heart's ember.
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