Jacob walked into her room. He could smell her fragrance even though she had been gone for nearly a week. He felt her presence and it was almost as if she were standing by her bed, her lips red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke.
He saw her mouth moving but no sounds were forthcoming. Jacob tried to read her lips and to understand what she was saying to him. He assumed she was telling him goodbye, that she loved him, and that she was sorry that she succumbed to the disease that left him alone.
Written for 50 Word Thursday, this week from Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian. The challenge is to:
- Find the muse within the photo and/or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
- The story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
- Link back to Kristian’s post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
There was no attribution for the photo provided, but the line, “Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke,” is from Neil Gaiman’s Stardust.