Prompt: Ivory | Word Count: 100 words exactly | Genre: fiction
April 1, 2020
Carefully, Moira positioned the ivory comb in her sparse hair, then nodded her approval to her reflection. Harold gave her this comb for their wedding, 63 year ago. She’d always loved it. Once, it set off her chestnut locks. Now, it matched her greying white.
Today, Harold would release from quarantine. He’d been caught abroad at lockdown. His short two-day trip stretched to a month as he scrambled for flights and then isolated for two weeks to confirm he was healthy. Tonight he’d be back in her arms after their long separation. They could wait the rest out together.
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