These six sentences are from my romantic suspense, Obsession. About a husband and wife trying to find their way back to each other. Keeping with the Christmas/holiday week, this scene takes place around the Christmas tree.
“You got rid of me. What’s a box of ornaments?”
She sighed, pulled her hands up into her sleeves and stepped closer to the tree. “Getting rid of the ornaments would have hurt more than putting them on the tree.”
“So you want the memories, just not the person attached to them.”
She spun away. Instead of mere inches separating them, a couch, a dog, five years of marriage and six months of separation lay between them.
But the memories are of better times, happier times. It’s not just poor her; it’s poor them that there’s so much hurt between them. Evocative six.
Oh makes me SAD for them. I hope they can find a way to work around…whatever the past holds. Excellent excerpt!