IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

Well, I couldn’t get rid of all the memories of you after all.

I tried to be good. It was something we always said we would only do together. I just never planned for you leaving me alone so soon.

I don’t want you to think I’m being unfaithful. I think you would want me to be happy, to carry on doing what we loved.

If you’re looking down on me now, or more likely, looking up at me, I hope you understand.

The knives are clean, glinting by the lamplight on the kitchen table.

I smile. Happy memories to be made. This time all of my own.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Written for Friday Fictioneers 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).

A rare follow on from last week’s story: FOR RICHER, FOR POORER, FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE.

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

‘The Barra Boy’ is available now. You can find all the information for getting a copy HERE.

36 responses to “IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH”

  1. Those knives were recycled after all!

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    1. Couldn’t let them go to trash 😉

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    1. Thanks so much Kelly, much appreciated 🙂

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    1. Thanks Di, the photo seemed to fit with the previous one.

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      1. I haven’t done a FF for a while. Might join in this week.

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  2. Why do I feel their joint pastime was sinister?

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    1. I leave it to the reader to interpret, which says more about their mind than the writers…

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  3. Oh dear. The knives are resurrected and here to stay.
    Oh dear oh dear.

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    1. Maybe she’ll get caught before too long?!

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  4. Knives again 🙂

    All the other cutlery must also be clean- he must have washed them after having a sumptuous lamp-light dinner!

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    1. Haha, that’s the innocent version of the story 🙂 Thanks Anita

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  5. Dear Iain,

    Sentimental turned sinister. Stabbingly good segue.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  6. I’m off to find your previous one. I’m intrigued, but those knives don’t sound like butter knives!
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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    1. No, carving knives I’d guess…

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  7. I felt a sinister undertone, reinforced when I followed the link, to last week.

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    1. Yes, sinister indeed. Thanks Michael.

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  8. Quite chilling! Or maybe perfectly innocent? Maybe they were ginsu door-to-door salespeople? 😉 I like the look up/down part. Nice touch.

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    1. Thanks, I like your optimism! 🙂

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      1. You’re welcome 🙂

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  9. Brrrr. The cold-heartedness of this person is certainly chilling. Well done, Iain.

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    1. Thanks Linda – definitely not the warm cuddly type!

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  10. A great addition to last week’s tale!

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  11. Ouuuu, tragic! Sends me shivers. Great write this week.

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  12. A clean knife in the lamplight is a happy knife. 🙂
    Well done, Iain.

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  13. i hope the knives are still sharp for the next escapade whatever that is. 🙂

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    1. She will take good care of them!

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  14. New paths can at the very least be CLEAN! 😉

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  15. Sounds like a new chapter of life, perhaps a forced start but still…

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