Cold Memories

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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.

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22 thoughts on “Cold Memories

    • Clare Hempstead says:

      Beryl next door was his life-long lover. How his wife found out is not known, but he is dead in his bed because she did! The hurt is so great because they had such a happy marriage. Thanks for reading & commenting 🙂

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  1. wmqcolby says:

    Oh, I laughed out loud in revelation! Seems like everyone so far has been on the same page: powerfully surprising endings. Love it! And I love your story as well, Claire! Marvelous!

    Five out of five private eyes. 🙂

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