The Note

An entry for The Amazing 55 Word Story Contest.

Night falls on this empty house. I pick your post-it off the floor, again.
"Gone for milk, BRB"
But you never did.

The scent on your pillow is spent.

I shuffle through days.
I dream most nights. Cars crash. Muggers mug. Hearts stop, not mine.

I put the post-it back on the fridge.