Week of 11-29 through 12-05-2016
Thank you Louise, with The Storyteller’s Abode, for our photo prompt this week!
She read the letter with sinking stomach, trying not to believe the words true. Sunlight streamed in as if nothing had changed, but it had. Her tea grew cold. Tears quivered on her eyelashes and she wiped them away. She would not cry. Not now. Not ever.
It was such a silly thing to cry. Tears felt good in the moment, but after one was left with an ache in their eyes as well as in their heart.
Her eyes wandered, touching the possessions she’d gathered over the years. Nothing was of particular value: trinkets he’d brought for her from far away places; her mother’s old tea set; the chairs they bought when first married. He was good to her. Not that he didn’t tease, but he loved her.
“Jacob, Mr March will be coming home today. Please prepare the parlor for his return. And ask Cook to prepare food for the mourners.”