A short story about a devastation of a broken heart, and the unexpected. I hope it reminds you of that searing pain that we have all experianced, and fills you with the courage to move through it

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…way your pillow has quietly scrunched itself up to match the shape of your face, the curve of your nose. The quiet rustling of sheets, clean and fresh. Early light creeping in through your windows smuggling a perfume of cherry blossoms.

That wonderful smell. They smell like the dawn. Like spring time. Like life.

But then, The Remembering comes to you. Whispering of…

By Gordon Palmer