Memories linger like the scent of her perfume or the touch of the pillow that she never shared with me because it was her favorite…
Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s: Memories
A Visit to the Tonight Studio
I can’t believe this is it. This looks exactly as I remember it when I was married to Sally.
She and I stayed up every night, heads propped up on pillows in our bed, and our feet sticking up from under the covers.
We’d lower the lights, cuddle a little, and listen to Ed swing out,
And you say that Johnny’s dead? He died in ’05?
Where does the time go? Sally died in ‘ 91.
You said that was a year before Johnny retired?
I guess I sort of stopped watching then.
No one to cuddle with.