I was supposed to meet them after work. A nice evening, just my favorite ladies. The phone rings, my heart hits the floor and I’m speeding to the hospital. Words that had no meaning fell on my ringing ears. My feet still hurt from running across the hospital campus. Sitting there is a chair listening as my life shattered in an instant. Crumpled on the floor, sobbing tears that couldn’t stop, haven’t stopped. Now just pictures on a shelf, pain in my heart, I still miss her every single day.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mouth Drop.”