A drabble is a piece of fiction constrained to exactly one-hundred words. I use these short works to hone my brevity.
Each letter and note shone with the light of her love.
If her totality could be reduced to mere words, then she was radiant.
If the measure of a person is in how many lives they touch,
Then her words stretch across time and space to reach those trapped in despair.
Yet the sight of her grave makes me feel acutely alone.
We are all lost alone in the dark,
Stumbling through life.
I spend my time reading those immortal words of hers.
Searching for distractions from the grief and despair.
"Until we shall meet again," she closes without closure.