Invisible

For the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge this year, I’m posting a 100 word piece of flash fiction every day. It might be a self-contained story, or a scene–whatever, it’ll be fiction, and it’ll be over in a flash! Today’s story is…

Invisible

I pour the last of the tea into Terry’s mug.

“Susan’s coming in an hour,” I say. “Won’t you stay to see her?”

He drains his mug and grips my hand.

“No,” he says. “She doesn’t understand.”

“But she’s our daughter!”

Terry just smiles and kisses my cheek. “Later, Corrine.”

And he’s gone.

And I’m alone with the flowers on the window sill, and the sympathy cards on the bedside table.

I’ve tried talking to Susan, but she says I’m imagining Terry. Grief, she calls it. But I’m never sad when he’s here, and he’s always here—just sometimes invisible.

Check back tomorrow for J…