This week's TRDC prompt: 600 word limit - about finding a forgotten item of clothing in the back of a drawer or closet. Let us know how the item was found, what it is, and why it's so meaningful to you or your character.
" Finally, she was finished. She stood slowly, surveying her work. The boxes she would donate were sitting beside the door. The guy from the Charity Foundation said someone would be by at 7 to pick up the things. She glanced at the clock. It was a quarter til seven now.
She was startled by the soft rumbling of her stomach. Suddenly she realized she hadn’t eaten since the service that morning. She told herself she would fix a sandwich after the Charity Foundation had come and collected the boxes. Although it was warm outside, she felt a sudden chill. Not from the air but from within. Less than 72 hours ago she had laid his body in the cold ground. That is what was making her feel chill. Her sister offered to go through his things for her, but she had refused the help. The movers were coming tomorrow and she wanted to be sure that everything was packed. Ready to go. She couldn’t stand the thought of strangers touching their things. His things.
The doorbell rang. The Charity Foundation workers were there. Five minutes later she was locking the door. At least that was over. She decided the sandwich could wait. Instead she opted for a nice long soak in the tub. She went to the closet to get a fresh change of clothes. That is when she saw it. Didn’t she pack it with the Charity Foundation items? She was certain she had, but there it was hanging right before her eyes. Slowly she reached out to touch it. She could feel the tattered worn cotton beneath her fingers. She pulled it off the hanger and slipped it on. It was 3 sizes too big, but she didn’t care. It smelled of sweat and medicine. His sweat. She sank into the bed, pulling the covers over her head and began to cry. How she had hated that old gray sweatshirt. Threatened him a million times that she was going to burn it, but now it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was all that remained.
“Just going for my morning run. Be back soon.”, she could hear him saying. Only he didn’t come back and all she was left with was that old tattered sweatshirt. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. Then she slept. For the first time in days, she was finally able to sleep."
