Touch-Up Wednesday

"Nothing seemed to be touched by human hands. It was hauntingly still, hushed by the absence of worthy living. The closet was organized with his shirts hanging perfectly and his trousers folded neatly over pant hangers. He had his outfits arranged in order of the days he would wear them. His wife’s closet was empty. The boxes were taped shut and sat untouched on the top shelves, collecting dust and insignificance"