Cry

Just shy of midnight she sobs into her pillow. Gut wrenching, heartbreaking soul-searing expulsions of unmitigated sadness. 

Down the hall, behind a sterile and locked door he offers a handkerchief, white, unsullied, starched and ironed to perfection.

Fat lot of good it does to hold out a hand that she’ll never see. But it’s all he has. All he can risk, this offer of quiet condolence.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

8 thoughts on “Cry”

  1. I’m not sure the exact circumstances that lead to this situation, but I think I can understand something of the man’s feelings. It’s not always easy to know how to comfort someone, especially if there’s any guilt involved. Her feelings are most straightforward. I think we can all understand great sadness.

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