Shudder. Glass was on the floor though at least she kept her shoes on. She must have broken a plate this morning but forgot to clean it up. This meeting was very important. A photo was missing from the wall. She was certain it was there before, now staring at the foreign blank on the familiar cream wall. Drip. Drip. The kitchen faucet wasn’t on. She was home. Why was it still so cold? She couldn’t remember if the meeting went well. Her steps echoed through the house. She slid down the wall–the missing photo wall. Drip. Drip. She wasn’t home. The kitchen faucet wasn’t on. Her body shuddered, barely containing the sobs. Drip. Drip. The missing photo clutched in her hands. She remembered the meeting went well today. A black casket was chosen for the date. She wasn’t home. Drip. Drip. He was home. He was gone. Her steps echoed through the house. His laughter wasn’t ringing out. The missing photo on the wall—a broken memory now long gone. She forgot to clean up the glass yesterday. When she got the news, he had passed away. Drip. Drip. The kitchen faucet wasn’t on. She wasn’t home. He was home. He was gone.
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