It was just the way she left it. I couldn’t find the strength to move a thing. It was like a shrine to her. So, it sat on the corner of my desk, unused for months. Today, I came in and found it missing along with the hat on the hook by the door. I frowned. Who would have taken them? That’s when I noticed the small sheet of paper in the middle of my blotter.
“Mr. Belcher stopped by asking about his wife’s personal things. I hope you understand.”
I did, but now her absence was too real.
WC: 99… 100 exact if you count title! 🙂
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. Thank you to Jan Wayne Fields for the wonderful picture this week.