The Snow Gypsy

by Lindsay Jayne Ashford

“A body doesn’t have to leave this world to stir up those feelings.” He bent to gather a handful of wood shavings. The fire hissed and spat as they landed in the flames. “Grief is living with someone who’s not there, who’s gone out of your life for one reason or another.”

So why did she feel so empty? Why did it feel like a bereavement, losing him? A body doesn’t have to leave this world to stir up those feelings. Bill Lee’s words drifted through her mind. That sense of grief, of living with someone who was no longer there, was overwhelming.