Fantasy Drabble #294 “In Memoriam” (For Dan)

She felt a cold chill again, raising goose bumps on her skin and the tiny hairs on the back of her neck. She muted the television; though he never spoke, it helped her to concentrate.

“Bob?” She could feel him. She couldn’t describe how, no matter how hard she searched for the words when skeptical friends asked. There’s a difference between an empty house and a house where someone is in the next room being very, very quiet. You just feel them.

“Bob?” She could hear kids playing in the street, on an unseasonably warm late-fall day. '”I miss you…”

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