Our screams still echo off the walls. The closet door stands open, empty hangers littering the floor. I retreat to the kitchen and the familiar, aromatic canister. Lifting the lid, I breathe in deeply, but the aroma is gone.
You took everything.
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Arden Ruth 
Ouch. My heart hurts with every word. Wonderfully written.
Thank you Kir! Luckily, it’s fiction 🙂
I’m glad it’s fiction. But it was a good write.
The way you say aroma is gone … Too good
Thank you Ruby!
That’s just cruel!
Hah! I know. He’s probably not a terrible loss! 🙂
That is cruel…and completely uncalled for. Talk about hitting someone where it hurts…and I don’t even drink coffee! 🙂
Hah! 🙂
Arghhhhh! Poor you, no coffee. Gone is a bad word when it comes to coffee
So bad! 🙂 Thanks for reading!
You say it all with your verbs (retreat, stand, echo, took). Ugh. Why did he have to pour salt in the wound like that?
Thanks Nate! 🙂
Now that just goes too far.
Hah! I know, right? 🙂
Ok. Well, wow.
🙂 Thank you, Jan!
Ugh, even the coffee! Jerk.
Such a jerk! Haha. Thanks for reading!
My pleasure as always 🙂