Following on from my weather themed last few posts
The prompt for this week's 100 Word Challenge is:… the sun streamed through…
It was the sickly, sweet smell that made Fiona question when her last shower had been.
Her bed was her island of solitude, the hurt & recriminations held back by the solid bedroom door. She knew that pausing her life like this wouldn’t bring him back but she just didn’t have the strength to press “play”.
The heavy thump of her sister’s feet on the stairs was swiftly followed by the door being flung wide.
In that moment the sun streamed through from the landing window, it’s weak warmth hitting her arm, giving her the gentle push to start again.