Jim stared across the table to where Sarah used to sit.
The chipped cereal bowl she’d promised to change stared back at him defiantly and her pink handled spoon seemed to lay in wait for her favourite breakfast cereal.
Wherever he looked, there she was. The kitchen retained her perfume and her laughter hung in the shadows just out of hearing.
He opened the kitchen window to welcome in the Spring sunshine and watched, for a moment, as the dust motes danced.
Then he took a deep breath, expelled the bowl and spoon, and watched in timeless anticipation as they fell three floors to the courtyard below.
His life recommenced the moment the ceramic broke into smithereens on the grey stone floor and the spoon clattered out of sight.
It was time to rebuild and move on.
‘The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide. Please try to keep it as close to the 200 words as possible. It doesn’t have to be centre stage in the story, I have seen some where the placement is so subtle, the writer states where it is.’