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.
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).
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IAIN KELLY 
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