I love…

Writers prompt for this was “I love the way my name sounds when you say it”

“I love the way my name sounds when you say it” she thought. She did not see the point in saying the words out loud. Its not like he would hear her, he was gone. She always used to say ‘I lost him’. Sounds like she lost him at a supermarket but it was more than that. A dreadful illness took hold and their family paid the price. Now she could only think the words.  Saying them brought the truth home.