The warmth of the body leaves slowly.
He had spent 50 years next to her. They had laughed in that bed, heard the first and last cries of children, forgiven and let lie.
In the morning, the questions, the cries but tonight was their last embrace. His tears could wait.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.