Statuesque

[cheshire_jen]

She had come every Sunday for three years. In the beginning, she had prattled endlessly; a by-product of visiting a coma patient. Not that he seemed to care when he awoke. He was like a statue in his chair, eyes fixed firmly on the window.

Every Sunday she’d find him in that chair. He looked little like the man he had once been, with his hair

Comments

I love this!

[beffeysue]

Thank goodness she hesitated before leaving the room. I don't think I could have stood it if she'd left never knowing he wanted her to stay.

Re: I love this!

[cheshire_jen]

Me too. :)

[swerley]

Beautiful and moving. So much said in such a small bit of writing. Wonderful!

[cheshire_jen]

Thank you! It means a lot to me that you think so.

[maggiecate]

This is like an old black and white movie...that last second hesitation...

Brilliantly done!

[cheshire_jen]

Aha. Gotta love the classics and old romance. Thanks!

[aussiemozzie]

That was so powerfully written. I love your descriptions. Really great take on the challenge. I enjoyed it. I love that she persevered for three years and only needed his voice to convince her to stay. Brilliant.

[cheshire_jen]

Thank you! Your comments make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
:)

[look_2thesky]

oh my gosh I love this! I'm right there with you on the whole hopeless romantic thing. Well done!

[cheshire_jen]

Thanks! :)