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Helen's Robe
By Emmuttmax
28 April 2008
A piece of odd flash.

Helen’s Robe

Helen’s silk robe felt cool in his hands as he lifted it from the hook on the back of her closet door. He turned toward their bed and brushed the soft, copper-colored materiel against his right cheek; memories bloomed, emotions stirred.

The bedroom was a minimalist work of art, decorated by Helen. Earth-colored pastels and low-key lighting bathed the room, and a hint of Gia Flora perfume lingered in the air. It was their modern castle keep, a place where the world was held at bay and life began.

He undressed and, with some difficulty, he gently slipped into Helen’s robe. She was petite; he was not. He walked to the bed and sat on the left edge, resting his hands on his knees, trying not to think. He closed his eyes and listened to the low murmur of the air conditioner; “womb noises,” he thought. A body ripple ran through him.

He lay back on the bed and gathered the hem of the flowing robe in his hand, swiftly bringing it to his face, and covering his head. Helen’s fragrance danced through his nostrils and into his brain, igniting pain and pleasure in his being. He cried dry tears as the robe tenderly embraced him.

Hours passed, a night of sleepless hours. When the morning broke, he returned to Helen’s closet and disrobed. “One day at a time,” they told him, “You just keep on one day at a time.”

He put on Helen’s little black dress and went grocery shopping.

(c) 2008

Reviews

Written by Fledermaus (3160 comments posted) 28th April 2008
And where was Helen during all this? Surely she wouldn't like him sleeping in her robe and dress, would she? Interesting piece, but leaving many questions.

Written by mia_ms_kim (915 comments posted) 29th April 2008
My guess - either he is a man in love with a woman who left him, or he is a man whose gender identity issues drove away the woman he loved. Either way, it is painful. I didn't understand "womb noises".?? 
 
Mia 8)

Written by Emmuttmax (117 comments posted) 29th April 2008
Fledermaus and Mia, 
 
Thank you both for commenting. 
 
The piece is a rework of a small part of a novel I wrote years ago. In the novel, the man's wife was killed in a car accident. For this piece, I was just feeling a little goofy and decided to add a bit of oddity. 
 
Peace, 
Mike

Written by TwistedTales (500 comments posted) 30th April 2008
Is it copper colored or black?,...Ok, I like the concept...but it lacked a lil emotion for me...slightly pronounced...it is a lil too understated..may be its just me...but it beats me how i missed this piece..lovely work... 
 
Regards, 
TT

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