The Dead Room
One year later
Leslie paused for a minute, looking skyward. What a beauti-ful evening it was. The sky couldn't have been a lovelier shade of violet. But then, the countryside in northern Virginia was some of the most beautiful in the world.
More so than ever before, at least to her.
In the past year, she had come to appreciate such simple thing as the colors of life. It had been such a strange year, filled with vividly conf licting emotions. The touch of the sun, the color of a dawn, seemed more intense than ever. The anguish of learning to live alone still interrupted the newfound beauty. Life had become doubly precious, except that she felt it was such an incredible gift that it should be shared, yet she was alive and Matt was dead.
The setting sun was beautiful, and the night breeze sweet and soft. With that thought in mind, she closed her eyes and felt the waning brush of day against her cheeks. The warmth was wonderful.
She sighed, then returned to work. She needed to hurry. The light would be gone soon.
Painstakingly, bit by bit, she brushed away the dust covering the recently revealed area. She removed the last few specks, and t ... read full excerpt from: The Dead Room ebook