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The Suit

The Sicilian Storyteller

Written for Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge ~ Black

Bill & Jim © NAR

Bill stood at his open closet mumbling and cursing under his breath as he pulled out one pair of pants after the other. He was in a mood that has no definition or perhaps many definitions, none of them good. He was searching for something to wear for the funeral of his twin brother, Jim, who died suddenly on April 2. Had it been anyone else’s funeral, Bill would have just pulled out a suitable pair of pants and a dress shirt, but this was his brother and he said he needed his black suit. He couldn’t find it in the closet and he was getting angry but, of course, the errant suit was not the cause for his consternation. I walked to the closet and spotted the suit immediately. Handing it to Bill, I hugged him and kissed his cheek. As I ironed his shirt I could hear him crying softly. “Why’d you have to go and die, Jim?”

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Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – Black

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37 thoughts on “The Suit”

    1. This will be the darkest mountain for Bill to climb. It has been good to write about this; we read my work together, we cry, talk and laugh. It is cathartic and the best way for us to move on.

      Thank you, dear Keith, for your kind and comforting words. My writing friends have been a true source of healing. ♡

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  3. Oh my…this is so heart-breaking, Nancy. I’m keeping you both in my prayers for God’s comfort and healing. I’ve had a couple hard losses like Bill’s…they cut so deep and bleed so long…

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  14. I ended up in tears too.
    Sometimes I think there are little wardrobe tricks going on. When my sister died last year, I asked my niece to dig out this special red dress she wore when she saw and kissed Tom Jones (her forever heart throb) at a supper club many decades ago. She wanted to be cremated in it. My niece couldn’t find the dress and told me it must have been thrown away. I knew that wasn’t possible.
    I went to her house, opened the closet, and the dress was hanging in first position in the closet!

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    1. Grief plays tricks on us; it messes with our hearts and our minds. We don’t think clearly, we don’t see what’s right in front of our eyes. It’s as though a veil of sadness has fallen over us like a blanket and we are sleepwalking through our days.

      Thank you for sharing this memory, D.

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