She remembered
A wrinkled paper she found that still smelled like him, tucked under the window seat in the drawing room. Vivid color strokes traced around a gray sketch of a female form. A soft silhouette of an image torn from the middle of a dream long gone. She tried to remember... Memories from past afternoons rushed into her mind as if suddenly she could ignore the passage of time and she saw herself, sitting by the window pane, very still, not moving at all her eyes wondering through the glass her breath... Sign in to see full entry.