Spider silk clung at the doors, over the windows, and over everything she had left behind. He couldn’t bear to clean up because he loathed to disturb her last touch of their home. He held out in the belief that she would return. He dreamed of his old partner nightly. It has been 11 years.
A short story with a lot to say. Liked your crisp approach towards prompt.
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MeenalSonal from AuraOfThoughts
Thank you Meenal.