#vss365 Very Short Story

It wasn't cold, in fact it was quite warm, but Sally wore the coat. It was too large and left red marks under her arms, but she wore it always. The coat was faded and stained, and anyways it was very unfashionable. It was a man's beat up old coat that Sally clung tight around herself.

They'd met cute over ice cream where he took her breath away and not long later she took his name. The years in their house were peaceful, wonderful, and magical before the fire. Sally and the coat were the only survivors and though it smelled of smoke... on the bad days, when she needed it most, if she focused hard enough, it still smelled faintly of him.