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.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more detailsย 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.
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