Words Left Unspoken

A story about grief and sudden loss.

Image by Denise Garratt

Death lurked in his voice.

Tears rolled down my cheeks with his “hello”.

When did this happen? I spoke to him a week ago, and he sounded healthy. His baritone voice still deep.

I sank to the floor, resting my forehead on my knees, with the phone pressed against my ear. A position I folded myself into for every…