Elias stared at it. He reached out his charcoal-stained finger and touched the paper. The surface was flat and rough. But the door looked… openable.
He drew the coffee maker, unused. He drew the half-empty jar of her favorite marionberry jam, pushed to the back of the fridge. He drew the dust motes dancing in the shaft of afternoon light that used to catch the auburn in her hair. drawing series
They drove home in the blue twilight. They didn't speak much. At one point, she reached over and placed her hand on his knee. He covered it with his own. The weight of it was real. Elias stared at it
Elias shook his head. "I don't know. I was hoping you'd help me open it." But the door looked… openable
She set down her pruning shears. "Let me get my coat."
He titled it Absence, Day 47: The Shape of What Was There .