Folded
It wasn't something that should be on a shelf and creased - as neatly as it was. It was something that should be on a hanger whenever it wasn't on your body. But in a fit of rage, albeit one where she still couldn't throw it away, she'd folded up the jersey, the game worn sweater, with number 19 on the back and buried at the top of her closet underneath sweaters and hoodies from her Carolina days.
But now, as it fell to her hands, she found herself staring at incredulously. Slowly, carefully, she raised it by the shoulders and watched as the sleeves fluttered out and a leaf of paper fell to the ground. It looked just like the one he still wore, even now years and years later.
Picking up the piece of printer paper, she plopped to the ground, tears threatening to spill over just due to the crumpled paper.
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This story takes place several years into the future. I'm not specifying a time frame so that you can use your own imagination.
(I do not own Jonathan Toews, the Blackhawks, or anyone affiliated with them. I do own Maggie and her family and friends, as well as this plot.)
Written for Kingsgirl77's NHL College Contest.
But now, as it fell to her hands, she found herself staring at incredulously. Slowly, carefully, she raised it by the shoulders and watched as the sleeves fluttered out and a leaf of paper fell to the ground. It looked just like the one he still wore, even now years and years later.
Picking up the piece of printer paper, she plopped to the ground, tears threatening to spill over just due to the crumpled paper.
******
This story takes place several years into the future. I'm not specifying a time frame so that you can use your own imagination.
(I do not own Jonathan Toews, the Blackhawks, or anyone affiliated with them. I do own Maggie and her family and friends, as well as this plot.)
Written for Kingsgirl77's NHL College Contest.