I can’t believe I didn’t notice.
For eight days, I’ve tried to forget. The emotions are just too raw.
But everywhere I look, I see you.
Not you physically, but your presence.
The clothes you wore, still in the closet.
The food you ate, rotting in the fridge.
Small reminders that once you were part of my life.
And now you are gone.
Which is why this is so funny.
Honestly, being the jokester you are… I mean were… you would find this hilarious.
Last night I was out with our old friends, just beer and hot wings at the local pub.
No doubt they wanted to cheer me up.
I got a text on my cell phone and my face must have looked like I had seen a ghost.
What’s wrong?” the asked. Worried that I had received more unwelcome news.
It was not the text, however.
I never got that far.
For eight days, I avoided your photo only to realize that a picture of your smiling face unlocked my cell phone.
I missed the most obvious reminder of all.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a short 200-word story inspired by a photograph. This week’s photo is provided by Al Forbes.