That was it after twenty-five years.

A note on the table when he got home from work, the suitcases gone, an empty wardrobe.

He re-read: ‘can’t carry on like this… your temper… mood swings… deserve better… fighting… better for us both.’

He felt the anger building. He crumpled the note in a clenched fist.

The crystal bowl on the table stared at him, their fifteenth anniversary gift.

He lashed out, sending it flying over the edge.

It hit the ground with a dull thud. It didn’t shatter or break, it just sat there.

He slumped futilely on the chair, alone.


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Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

103 thoughts on “SHATTERED

  1. Perhaps he should take up bowling. But I guess he’d just throw a gutter ball.
    I feel sorry for both of them. Fifteen years is a good chunk of your life to have invested in a relationship just to let it go. He needs to go to anger management call, big time.

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  2. Shattered is the perfect title for this story–especially since it seems all but the bowl were left that way. I really liked that the bowl didn’t break. It made your story all the more powerful and even made me feel some sympathy for the man.

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