365 Blog Challenge: Post #365
Regarding Obsession
Her tears rolled down her face in streaks like rain on a windowpane as she held John's photo in her fingers, grasping with a ruminating tightness. He had been gone only three months, and she was embodied with his spirit so that she thought his thoughts and spoke his phrases. She moved with his body, selecting food at the grocery store with his hands and stepping into her bedroom each night with his bare feet.
She thought of making love to him, his warm embrace heating her skin like steam. And as she touched his cheek, freshly shaved because she liked it so, she trembled in passion.
Breaking her train of thought, her grown son entered the room abruptly.
"Ma? Ma are you crying?" He asked. She glanced up, puddles of tears rippling in her eyes. Her son glanced at the picture in her hand. "But Ma," he said. "You never even met the guy."
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