A Husky Voice
It’s What Drew Him to Her
Her husky voice, the combination of too many cigarettes and years if practice, flowed into his ears like molten gold. She spoke to him of love and lust and groceries.
The words mattered not. It was the voice that kept him enthralled.
Years later, the voice began to change. It became rougher and began to crack when she got upset. She had begun to forget his name and how much he had loved her.
She no longer spoke of love and lust and groceries. She spoke of the past, the past past him. He didn’t mind. He only marginally missed the husky voice.
She traveled from the past into the silence. The silence was where he could no longer reach her. He missed her terribly, but on Tuesday, she gifted him with goodbye in that voice of molten gold.
He held that word for the rest of his days.