Leaving Home #artist #phone #microfiction
He knew I’d find the message…
The phone had become my solace after my husband died.
Listening in to the daily chatter about town kept the tears away.
I was devastated, ” gone without a final goodbye.?”
Leaving the menorah a precious gift from his grandfather meant he had given up his faith.
“What are you going to follow?
What will be your guiding light?
Certainly you must have taken something with you on this journey.”
Then I noticed his plain brown box of paints, an easel, and a silly felt hat were gone.
At least he’d outgrown the crayons…
Join the fun at Rochelle’s and Friday Fictioners . This was a great picture prompt.