Lost Journals

She remembered the wind.

Skittering in the far reaches of her mind were other memories: Sunday mornings with chess and coffee, Lady Day and white wine, cigarettes and bourbon.

Lara woke with a start. A remembered dream: Nate, a telephone, water under the bathroom door. Lara ran her hand over the Egyptian cotton sheets on the other half of the king size bed. With Nate gone she now slept across the top of the bed, nestled against the pillows. Lara wondered if she'd ever sleep properly again or share this bed.