Scent of Regret

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Craig’s head bent over the flowers in his hand. Sarah was the most beautiful woman he’d, ever laid eyes on. He had a thousand things he wanted to say.

His hands trembled as he eased the door open. The scent was overpowering. He steadied himself, walked across the room and gathered Sarah’s hand in his. Kissing each finger, he told her as many things he could remember. “I love you. I’ll always love you.”

He crumpled against Sarah’s chest, brushing against the cold, hard steel of the table, gathered her in his arms and sobbed.

“Please forgive me.”

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#170

the prompt this week and it is :    …the scent was overpowering…

 

The Death of Me

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#166. Prompt: checking in proved to be…

A different take on this weeks prompt. Hope you enjoy.

A tap on the wall next to the curtain stirred me. “Mrs. Cole?” A moan escaped as I shut my eyes in protest to the bright light. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” she said, “Is this a bad time?”

A bad time? I moved my head back and forth, wincing with the effort.

She held a clipboard out to me. “I’m from the business office and need a few signatures for you insurance.”

Sucking on my oxygen mask, I reached for the pen making an illegible mark. Exhausted I closed my eyes… checking in proved to be the death of me.