Dazed, unseeing, she finally left the room, not knowing or caring where she was headed. The axis of her world had shifted. Forever after, it would be winter.
Whose arms are these? she wondered, their stiff weight surprising her, their purpose now in question. Not her arms! They had never been this empty.
Was it only minutes since she’d held him, and brushed frenzied kisses against his cooling forehead? Her impotent caresses had protested his leave-taking, knowing even then the remainder of her life would be a requiem to loss.
How would she go on?
Author’s Note: Prompt to write 100 word flash fiction based on above photograph. Photo prompt courtesy of 100 Word Story, link here.