Hello, everyone!
I hope you’ve been having a wonderful weekend so far! Skipping ahead a little, here’s more from Lud … enjoy 🙂
I was happy to have a job that fit me and my temperament. It had been easier when Colin had been alive. Lovely, sweet Colin Borowski, who I still missed after four years. His income as a charter pilot had made it so we could afford the place where I still lived. But then he’d died, and the reality of things hit me like a brick while I’d been trying to grieve. I couldn’t bear to leave the apartment—the memories, where we’d spent our lives—behind. Hence, Lud.
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Oh poor guy.
Right? He’s had it rough…
I so get the not wanting to leave where you had been. Great snippet.
Thank you! 🙂
Oohh. Emotional stuff. And a nice Polish surname 😉
Haha. 🙂
Ouch…the metaphor of being hit like a brick by his death. I emphasize only too keenly with that sensation.
Me, too, Kari. I lost a brother some years back. Out of the blue…will never get over it.
Lud’s an interesting fellow, that’s for sure! Your teasers got to me…I read the story this past week. Loved it! <3
Thanks so much, Addison. 🙂
My jaw just dropped, literally. ~shakes head in awe~ Thank you for sharing.
Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it. 😉