Drabble

[skroberts]

My idea wouldn't fit into one drabble, so here's another couplet! 100 words each.

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Title: Artifacts
Prompt: "moving day"

A knot catches in my throat as I open the door to his room.

Everything is exactly as he left it.

It's almost like he's still here.

But he isn't.

My son is dead.

And I'm to blame.

I've caused so much pain to my family.

Now the pain has come back to bite me.

It's only fitting that I take on the task of packing up his things.

That's why I'm doing this while Sara's away.

I'd never leave this for her to do.

She has cried herself to sleep too many times already.

This pain is mine alone.

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I run my hand along the mantel.

So many trophies.

I remember the day he won each of them.

He loved baseball.

And having his picture taken.

To smile, to laugh.

He loved a lot of things.

Even his parents.

But no more than we loved him.

I don't know how Sara is going to live without him.

Sighing, I take one last look around and begin my chore.

Then I pause...

This room embodies Charlie's happiness and spirit.

Through this room, he's still alive.

I won't let this moving day happen.

I won't let Sara live through Charlie's death again.