Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The snowflakes on the window reminded the wizened old lady how she had met her husband Bert at a bus stop in the snow sixty years earlier. They had shivered chatting in the cold. A snowball thrown by exuberant youngsters had hit them. Bert had thrown one back. The fun had begun.
Sixty years of enjoyment, happiness and merriment had followed. Never a cross word between them.
So many changes during their lifetime, but the one constant was their love.
Now he lie dead in their bed.
How could she have not known about Beryl next door all this time?
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.