Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1200 words exactly | Genre: Tragedy
I am cold. I shift my right thumb slightly to the left and my wheelchair turns that way.
You look up and smile that warming radiance that lights your face, that speaks wordlessly of your love.
‘Are you cold darling?’ you ask as you get up from your weaving. ‘Would you like a drink? Something to eat?’ I blink to suggest my response.
You wrap me in your special shawl, the first one you wove, a silk and cashmere blend that caresses my cheek as you used to do, and with the scent of you it evokes memories of another life that was before.

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