shortstory

It was a clear morning, the sunlight sparkling in the sea made him think of so golden memories...
She was there suddenly, her image was walking in the room, looking at him, smiling... With that camera of hers... so particularly hers...
Suddenly he closed his eyes, she was kissing him, taking his forehead gently with both hands, as she always do.
And he opened his eyes, she was in the window next to him, taking pictures of that splendid morning...
He could remember all of it, as if it has been yesterday.
She died a month ago and still he could see her 'round the house so often, doing and making those simple little things that made him so happy...
Now he wasn't sure of anything, even of if he loved that frames in the wall, showing them so happy together, anywhere, no matter where, so happy...
He closed the window and shut the curtains.

Algo se rompió.