Janice sat on the cream coloured couch staring dolefully at the mantelpiece. The figurine seemed to be staring at her and peering right through her soul.
Her husband Josh looked at her transfixed.
“If it makes you sad why not get rid of it?” he exclaimed.
“If you love me you will do no such thing”.
Mornings were the most difficult for her. Every morning it dawned on her that things had changed.
Today, as she sat on the couch her eyes searched for the familiar object.
But, it was gone.
It had been a year since Janice lost her thirteen year old daughter in a car crash. On each birthday, she would give her daughter a figurine. This was the last of the lot and her favourite. Her therapist said that she had to let go of it to move on. But, it wasn’t easy.
May be it was time, she felt.
In a house next door, little Johnny seemed mighty pleased with his steal- a cute dog and donut figurine.
Written for FFFAW hosted by Priceless Joy. This week’s prompt is from Yinglan Zheng.