PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Aggie sighed as she turned away from Ed’s casket. This had not been the plan. She was supposed to go first. He was stronger, had better health. They didn’t know about the clogged arteries until it was too late.
It had been cloudy all day, and rainy. Fitting, Aggie thought, for the day she buried her love.
She glanced up as light broke through the dark clouds, and realized the sky was clearing. The sun was winning, shooting its rays from behind the dark clouds that were breaking up.
“I’ll be okay, Ed. Don’t worry. Goodbye.”