Friday Fictioneers – Anniversary Supper

The last of the logs crackled in the fireplace. A bone-piercing chill steadily embraced the once warm and inviting front room. On the coffee table a bottle of our favourite cheap red wine was missing only one large glass, the take-away pizza less than half eaten.

This was supposed to have been our chance to talk, to patch things over – perhaps our last chance. He should have been here well before eight, been off the roads long before the storm passed across the valley floor.

I had red wine and pizza while waiting that night too, and every year since.

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These words form this my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge

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8 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Anniversary Supper

  1. Dale

    That is a sad one. Not being able to resolve whatever they had to before the accident. Sounds like a friend of mine and me. She passed before I could find out what was wrong…

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