PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter
It shocked Eva right back into the worst part of her grieving when she found Rob’s shoes. She thought she had cleared everything –donating, giving away, trashing, and selling all the things that he would never use again.
“It’s one of the worst parts of death,” she thought. His clothes retained his scent. Everything he’d touched and treasured broke her heart over and over. She’d thought it was all gone.
Then, as she pushed her dust mop under the bed, she bumped the shoes out from hiding. Dusty, worn. She clutched them to her heart, sobbing.