PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight
She wiped away tears, caught in the echo of the slamming door. When had she lost him? Had she failed him in some very basic way she could never have imagined?
How she hated the sound of their silence. The emptiness behind closed doors.
Heading to the kitchen, she stopped dead in the doorway. Amid the litter of breakfast, lay a slice of bread, heart cut out of the middle.
Tears sprang back to her eyes, his feelings clearer than any words ever spoken.
A Writer's Life 
Lovely. Sometimes actions or symbols speak louder than words.
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Yes, indeed.
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Such a sad sad story. But necessary, I feel. At least now she knows. No she can start building again. 😥
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That’s true – if she doesn’t believe the bread!
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You cleverly show his regret for the row they’ve been having, and his wish to make peace.
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Thanks.
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Caught in the echo of a slamming door. I love this line!
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Thanks!
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