Long Sleep | A 100 Word Story

#225 Page of Parchment

Is he sleeping. Thinking of our time together. When we’d lay on a blanket in the park and avoid total strangers.

He looks so peaceful lying there. I dare not wake him. I want to remember him this way for always. The way his smirk never changes whether he’s happy or angry. After all this time I never can tell.

His fingers so long and slender. Not how they used to be. Bawled fists making contact—

“It was a lovely service my dear. More than he deserved.”

I didn’t take my eyes from the coffin till they shut the lid.