Echoes

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.

  • http://www.austinbriggs.com Austin Briggs

    Whoa, man, this is very strong. This story stopped me right in the middle of my busy workday. This is some good writing.

  • http://www.austinbriggs.com Austin Briggs

    Whoa, man, this is very strong. This story stopped me right in the middle of my busy workday. This is some good writing.

    • Mark

      thanks, Mantis and Echoes are my first and second attempt ever at 55. I am learning from all other superb writers you attract on here!

      • http://www.austinbriggs.com Austin Briggs

        I’m honored you posted your first attempts here at this site. These are really good. Where can I find your other writing?

  • Mark

    I had a book published around 10 years ago in the UK, but have not really picked up the pen in anger since. Seems lately I have found my muse again, but just for my personal enjoyment. Looks like I’ll have to start a blog!

    • http://www.austinbriggs.com Austin Briggs

      That’s nice, I do hope you’ll do that :) Let me know, and I’ll link your posts back to your blog, when you have it.