By K. Rawson
He came across the first box in the dining room—crumpled newspaper strewn across the floor and a jumble of good china on the table. They were the formal dishes, for the sort of dinners they never had.
“Mary?”
In the kitchen, he found two more half-unpacked boxes. Her grandmother’s things, he realized. She hadn’t touched the stuff since the old woman died. I’ll sort these later, she’d said as she shelved them.
“Mary?”
He peered into the darkened den where he found her, holding her grandmother’s heirloom wine glass—half empty. “How’d it go at the doctor’s?”
She looked away.
This is a very good suspense building story. I had lots of questions!
Why didn’t he go to the doctor with her?!
Lovely. Very subtle and a bit sad.
Such a bittersweet little story. The last sad line says it all. Excellent job!