Picture courtesy of Ted Strutz
My first instinct was that the view out of this window reminded me of Finding Nemo. From there, this story unfolded.
Word count: 100
Staring out the window, Emily was reminded of Finding Nemo.
It hit her again, a feeling of breathlessness from being struck hard in the gut. The hours spent on the couch, snuggled together under his blanket, watching Nemo one more time, one more time. For a month or two, it was the must-watch DVD, leaving its indelible mark on her memory.
Impossible, really. There are no rules for how to carry on when you’ve lost a piece of your heart. Four years gone, a hole left just his size, Emily traces a raindrop on its lonely path down the pane.
© Erin Leary
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