Echoes

Felix turned his rheumy eyes to Sandra, holding the hand he'd held forever.

"Each night I pray for an answer, my darling, but I hear nothing."

Sandra returned his loving gaze with nothing but vacancy. A hollow retaining only echoes of her devotion.

Felix reached for the pillow. A tear fell, absorbed into linen.

 

Mark Brown.

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