My Short Stories

Flowers

Her fingers brush through my hair. I close my eyes. Red nail polish, I can smell it from here. No, it's blue today. She's a little blue today. It's okay we all get that way. She's my one and only and I'd never expect her to smile if she didn't want to. But here she is next to me. I wouldn't expect her to do anything for me she didn't want to do. If she stays it's true. I feel her hand, soft, with that small scar on her finger she got when she pierced it on a screwdriver when she was younger, attempting to help her father. I smile, She's always been clumsy, yet so willing to help with the most dangerous things but it's one of the things I love about her, never wanting to give up, always so selfless and ready to go, our bags are packed in the corner for vacation. I hadn't told her yet. I smile, and she brushes my face. "what's so funny?" I try but I can't help but laugh.

"you'll see."

I open my eyes, back in the world, although she didn't ever make it through with her cancer, I still think about her. The bags are still in the corner, expired airplane tickets in the drawer. I almost told her before she collapsed. It's been a year can't help but I can't bring myself to put it away, to get rid of her things. She's still here! I mean... I can't help but feel her every movement in things I do, her pulse in my own, hers just a bit faster than mine. I still see her in my head and I can't move on with these feelings I have locked in my roots. My brain's thoughts are occupied with hers. I breathe in and she breaths out for me. Everything I do she's with me on and I know it's been a year. They say eventually you move on...But for now... I'm in love with a ghost.