Five Senses: Neville
Neville wiped his eyes, and the photograph came back into focus. He watched his parents clap and laugh silently as his younger self blew out three candles again. He stroked his mother’s face and felt nothing but cold, smooth glass.
He sniffled, and the smell of the roast dinner his grandmother was cooking reminded him it was almost time to play at normal again.
Reaching into his pocket for tissue, he heard something crinkle softly. He pulled the sweet wrapper out, straightened it with shaking fingers, and touched it gently to his tongue. All trace of sweetness was long gone.
He sniffled, and the smell of the roast dinner his grandmother was cooking reminded him it was almost time to play at normal again.
Reaching into his pocket for tissue, he heard something crinkle softly. He pulled the sweet wrapper out, straightened it with shaking fingers, and touched it gently to his tongue. All trace of sweetness was long gone.