There’s little sense in trying to ration with a barking Yorkie. No way to explain to her that this time, the man she’s grown accustomed to looking out for every evening at a quarter past six isn’t coming back.
I caressed the empty space in our bed, still warm where once you were and supposed that you were gone forever. Soon my pillow was soaked with tears, my body exhausted by wrenching sobs, and then I heard the toilet flush.
I turned to look at you as you looked back at me. With tears long gone, life went on and the memories will always be.
It would be so easy to slit my wrists, to put a loaded gun in my mouth and squeeze the trigger, to drop a live toaster into my bath.
But I just can’t bring myself to give that fucking bitch that much satisfaction.