DAILY PROMPT: Final Trio: For our final trio prompt of the year, write about any topic you wish, but make sure your post features a bookcase, something cracked, and a song you love.
My back awkwardly reclined as I was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. Resting my elbow along the inset of the shelf, the photograph was trembling in my hand. The service at the chapel had been serene. We had chosen the music well. Her favorite song: Through the Eyes of Love. She had cried every time she had heard it. And now, without her, I was too. The song still quietly resounded in my head. It probably would every time I thought of her.
I rose and gently placed her picture back on the top of the bookcase. Gingerly I caressed the small crack, hardly able to be seen, along the bottom corner of the frame. I had dropped the box containing our photographs as we were moving into our new apartment. You would have thought the world had come to an end, the way Amelia had rushed to retrieve the box and carefully, lovingly, emptied it and examined its contents. Tears had formed in her eyes when she had discovered the crack. But she didn’t say a word. She just slowly stood, walked over to me, and embraced me for so long I thought she might have fallen asleep in my arms from the exhaustion of the move. But when she had stepped away, I saw that her face was flushed and moist. She had just been clinging to me, waiting, until her tears had subsided. That’s how she was. She only saw the best in people. She only saw the best in me.
I don’t know what I’ll do now.
I walked into the kitchen. The table was covered: Dish upon dish upon dish. Friends and relatives had delivered me so much food. I cut the radio on and sat down to fix a sandwich. It was still tuned to Amelia’s favorite station. The song I was hearing in my mind was just concluding… Please, don’t let this feeling end…It might not come again…And I want to remember…
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Final Trio.”