The Flowers and The Five Senses
This story has been submitted by Jonic Linley. Thank you for the submission, Jonic.
He smells her perfume, ever gentle and never imposing upon him.
He feels her hand clasped in his, as if ever bonding.
He tastes her kiss on his lips; warm and beautifully weighted.
He hears her voice whisper ‘I love you’ in dulcet tones.
He sees them lower her into the dirt.
He leaves flowers.
2 Comments
Crushing. I feel empty. Good job.
Why thank you