Mom always says “don’t let the sun come down without patching things up and don’t forget to kiss or even say goodbye”.
But last night was the worst argument that we had.
For the first time in almost sixteen years of marriage, he slept on the sofa and went to his office without saying goodbye.
I am sipping my fourth cup of black coffee, still to pacify my rage, when the phone rings.
“Dead!? Are you kidding me!!!
This can’t be.
Time is fleeting, I should have said goodbye this morning.
Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: Sandra Crook
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 19 February 2016.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.