Staring out the window, she wished it were her hearing that had failed, not her limbs. Then she would not have to hear the cavalier bargaining nor the callous comments.

His teasing laugh still rang in her head, “Darling, who buys crockery on their honeymoon!” Yet he had happily carried it back for her. For years it had held a place of pride in their showcase, until Linda’s christening. No one knew, but one of the cup handles had to be glued back.

Memories, was all she could carry to the retirement home. Everything else went with the estate sale.

 


In response to Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday photo challenge of Week 28

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