draliman on life

Here is my little story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields herself!

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“The house seems so… empty without him.”

Her husband nodded and opened the cupboard.

“Look,” she sobbed. “All the stuff he used to play with. The old clock. He… he… loved that clock.”

He kissed her forehead. “He did. Such happy memories.”

“Gone so fast. I miss him so.”

The doorbell rang. He peeked out the window. “Shit! He’s back! And he’s brought laundry! I told you that college just down the road was too close. Close the curtains!”

“And switch off the lights! Too late. He’s seen us… Hi dear! How are you? Dirty washing, how lovely…”