Despite thickening waists and skin deeply creased and backs
bent beyond necessity, every morning they greeted each other with tender smiles. But his brain began to fuse and confuse and
one morning over coffee he looked at her and said, “who are you?”
Their marriage lasted another eight years until she died of
heartache and loneliness.
This is another attempt at Trifecta's Three Sentence Challenge.
Labels: fiction Trifecta Writing Challenge