The urn Edna put back on the coffee table reminded her that Henry had always promised her a place with a fireplace. Another thing that never came to be. Who knew that his final resting place would be a landfill courtesy of a vacuum cleaner.
Edna said a quick prayer, she'd seen the last of Henry today.
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Wow! Great flash fiction piece. You've told an entire story and I feel as though I know Edna. Well, and Henry too come to think of it!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I had a flash of inspiration.
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