Un-Stuck

The strong scent of rotting filled her nose almost instantly. At first it was hard to decipher where exactly the offensive odour was coming from but a quick scan of her surroundings lead her to the fridge. Maybe she should have bought a mask, or gloves, or a hazmat suit because her simple jeans and a t-shirt would not be enough protection. She slowly pulled the door open and winced at the violent lurch in her stomach. It must not have been cleaned out in weeks. The old Chinese takeout boxes were barely held together with the grease stains saturating all the way through. She was also very certain that a poor soul had crawled into the back of the fridge to escape the surrounding chaos and died waiting for some semblance of normalcy to be restored. It was hard to believe that anything could go back to normal after this. She slammed the fridge door shut and moved on to the living room. Although the smell from the kitchen had not permeated through the drywall, the smell in the living room w...

She was cold. She never got used to dressing for the weather because she never had to when he was around. There was always an extra sweater for her just in case. Eventually she didn't even need to ask. But everything was different now. She bit down on her lip and felt the November wind push through her skirt. She would have to get used to checking the weather before leaving the house. It would take time, but they said she'd learn. The sun was barely showing over the horizon and she wished that she wasn’t so late. She promised him she would be on time for once. The sun would still be out and they would watch it set together with a fleece blanket as a barrier from the frosted ground and a cup of cocoa split between them. But the blanket wasn’t where she swore she saw it and the cupboard was fresh out of cocoa. It was all wrong. The iron gate whined as she pushed through with little effort. The first time she visited, it took her 45 minutes to even touch it but in following months...