house of stars.

of Jan Wayne Fields

My wife is still a beautiful woman. She’s bald and wears hospital gowns, but she’s a dove. Every night, she asks me to open the window to watch the stars. She tells me to look at those little lights when sorrow comes or my longing deepens. The week after she died, I sell our house and rent a small apartment near her cemetery, but I don’t sleep there at night. I drive to the nearest woods and bring my camping tent to the open space. And before I sleep, I watch the stars and think she’s just here with me.

August 25, 2017  prompt: friday fictioneers


WORD COUNT: 100

Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

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