Too Soon
Too Soon
by William P. Adams
She was gone, but her things remained. Clothes and shoes she would never wear. Paints and brushes that would never, by her hand, grace a canvas. Garden gloves, mud-dried dusty, that would never nurture a new strawberry plant.Â
He would box her things up eventually, but it was too soon.
William P. Adams lives near Seattle and writes short, caffeine-infused fiction in various genres. His work has appeared in 101 Words, CafeLit, Macrame Lit, Neither Fish Nor Foul, X-R-A-Y, and elsewhere.