This is my first entry for the Weekend Wordsmith writing prompt. I think I'm really going to enjoy this!
Ellen stares into the distance. She never moves and seldom utters a sound. Just sits there, looking. I look too, trying to see what it is that’s so fascinating out there. I can’t see anything though. Nothing.
I believe Ellen sees something though, because every now and then she’ll smile the most beautiful smile. When that happens I see the old Ellen. The Ellen I fell in love with. I miss her so much.
She’s not really here with me now; not really. Her body is just a shell. She’s in there somewhere that I can’t reach.
I keep trying though. I sit here by the window holding her hand. We sit and stare. Stare at nothing…