Dozens of glass pieces glittered all over the floor. A photo of their wedding day lay bare on the floor. She felt its nakedness warping it gently away from the breeze, blowing from her mother-in-law’s room. It was an omen. She painstakingly collected all the glass pieces together, and meticulously joined them together with superglue. Once again the photo was vacuumed from the sands of time. The bonding though, looked as though it was disintegrating.
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Mary Wallace
18/9/2020 11:05:43 am
Nice last line. Well written.
Teddy Kimathi
19/9/2020 09:11:00 am
Hi Mary. Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my work.
Sue Clayton
19/9/2020 02:58:31 am
Great analogy for a failing marriage, Teddy.
Teddy Kimathi
19/9/2020 09:11:55 am
Greetings Sue. Thank you for reading and enjoying my work. Comments are closed.
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