The window had been open for weeks, the net curtain blowing in the wind. Each time I passed, I wanted to shut it but I couldn’t bring myself to. I thought it as a metaphor; when the window closed so would that part of my life and she would be gone forever.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2018/05/29/twittering-tales-86-29-may-2018 with thanks).
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