A sad story
“He is dead to me.”
Slowly, Sybil collapsed into the chair. The tea, made for two, would now be wasted. The flowers, shredded to pieces like her heart. All she could do is sit and stare at the brown liquid in front of her, wondering what she would do next. She was lost without him. He was her life.
“What happened? I don’t understand?” She spoke to him as if he were standing in front of her. There was no answer. He was gone.
She couldn’t weep, couldn’t laugh, couldn’t be angry. She sat, still, empty, alone.