Flash Fiction: Moving On
A piece of flash fiction based on this weeks prompt COMFORT
It all looked the same. Exactly the same as if nothing had changed. In a way it hadn’t really. Not in here. In this house. In this room. This place. It was exactly the same. The only indication of how much time had passed since she was here was the thin veil of dust providing a protective layer over the contents on which it landed.
Like snow on a bright winters day, a blanket of protection for everything underneath. The duvet on the bed was still folded the way I left it all those years ago. The bright yellow, although now faded somewhat, geometric patterns reminded her of sunflowers and the intertwined blue ribbons of the sky. She picked this set as for her it was summer and she loved summer. This room was my summer, my happy place. I wanted so badly to throw back the aged quilt and curl up underneath.
But the time for that was gone now and I knew I shouldn’t be here. But I just couldn’t help myself. A one time thing I said. Only it wasn’t and I couldn’t stop. Lightly tracing my finger over the sideboard I closed my eyes and inhaled the musty scent of the room. A room void of life, freshness and a place where things don’t exist. They just are.
I needed closure. They warned me this wasn’t the way. I wouldn’t find it here and neither would they. But they needed me here. I could feel it. The sadness, the heartache weighing heavy in the air. It was suffocating and infused into every inch of the house, specially this room. My room. This was home. I belonged. I needed to be here and they needed me here.
I knew it helped them. I could feel the calm every time I arrived. The love they held for me in their hearts it was infectious, addictive and I needed it and they needed me. We needed each other. Only we couldn’t. The distance couldn’t be bridged and they couldn’t see me anymore. I was aware of that. Yet just this one last time I needed to be here. To hear them to feel them to gain comfort from their love and fill a hole in my heart.
Then she turned. She was looking right at me and I froze right there on the spot. My hand hovering over the picture of us all that last summer. lounging around the pool. Sunglasses on looking all diva like. The dream holiday. The holiday. The one where we said our goodbyes and accepted the time was nigh. Her eyes met met mine and in that instant I knew. She would be ok. They would all be ok and I too would be ok.
The tears stung my eyes as I bit them back knowing for sure this would be the last time I would visit. I needed to go now. Her eyes gave me permission and her heart gave me the courage to move on. This was my safety blanket yet now I was comforted by the knowledge that from on things really would be fine.