Furnished Feelings – A short story
The Muse Letter No. 71
I wrote this short story a while ago and I imagine it is best read with a cup of hot chocolate in bed, rain tapping on the window. But anything else is fine, too. Really.
furnished feelings.
by sophia hembeck
I see your mouth opening and closing. Only air: A vast nothingness between us. Words as heavy as the furniture we carried out on that day three months ago. Till there was nothing left from you in the apartment or to say. Just shoulders that shrugged that said: Well that’s that.