Written for CCC # 163, hosted by Crispina Kemp A work of flash fiction.
This was going to be a hard one. I knew it months ago. The kids were grown and on their own. They were too far away to visit with ease. They were involved with activities, friends, and adventures of their own. I assured them I understood. I did, but the grieving pain still resides in my heart.
Now that my partner is gone, it’s hard to get into the spirit of the holidays. Decorating feels like adding fuel to the fire of despair. I did very little this year. A hint to the fact that a holiday even exists at this time.
No one reaches out to me. The world is in a state of mandatory isolation. I must make it through this time of loneliness. I have no other choice. I’ll stay home without visitors, without music, and without glad tidings.
Hopefully, next year will lesson my deep sadness. .