Neil Shurley
Oct 8, 2020 · 2 min read

A short story about a King

Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

She keeps it in her dresser drawer. The top drawer, with her jewelry and stockings and souvenir matchbooks.

Sometimes, when she feels truly alone, she unseals the plastic bag and takes a long sniff. His scent is still there. Or so she tells herself.

It’s soothing. Comforting. It makes her feel like he’s still here.