Within seconds the memories came flooding back - playing over and over in my head - stuck like a broken record.
The needle stuck, ripping through me, again and again with every reminiscence of him.
I found myself walking down the winding path I had walked so many times before.
With every step I took, every gasp of air I managed to inhale, I felt my heart sink lower and lower, a sense of fear and loneliness washing over me. Consuming me.
Taking me back to that tragic day.
I closed my eyes as the wind brushed through my hair like the calming motion of someone’s hand, his hand perhaps, running through each silky strand.
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Broken Memories☄
Short StoryRead and you'll find out🐙 Buuuuuut -> if you're curious like I am you'll want to know.. A young mother to two darling children.. Her husband.. Tragedy. Read to find out more :)
