(Author’s note: I’ve been working overtime, which is one reason why last week had no Fictioneers submission from me. But in my quest to set up healthy habits, including writing 1000 words a day, I’ve now been able to incorporate Friday Fictioneers into that habit section. I am now ready to go. So here’s today, with music from a very underappreciated artist.)

Digging Up Bones
by Miles H. Rost
“All the items you are to take are over there, the rest of the items that are with me and the house are on the other side.”
Paul folded his arms, as Lindsay started to explode.
“That’s it?! That’s all from 15 years of marriage?”
“You really didn’t bring much to it. It shows.”
Lindsay fumed, as she started rifling through the items. She breathed a sigh of relief at finding a set of photo albums.
“Well, at least you didn’t keep the albums.”
“Why would I? I may be a horrible monster, but I know what’s precious to you.”
I’m betting he kept the car
We will never know. The papers were likely sealed after the proceedings were done.
I’d be all for the photo albums too…
Absolutely LOVE Randy Travis… perfect song for your great story!
Some people want the car and the house. Some people want the photo albums. A person’s value philosophy is different each way.
You can’t put a price on the memories that photographs hold. Nice one.
Here’s mine!
There was a time… anyway, If I were to leave, all that I own would fit in a shoebox. I have the shoebox packed, at the ready, should… well, you know… I’m serious… I really do have it.
Divorce is painful, no matter who gets to keep what.
Not listened to a Randy tune in a long time. Thanks for that. Well done story. 🙂
Break-ups are so messy. At least she got her photo albums, but I’m afraid she might not want to remember. Nicely written!
Such a bittersweet story. You can still love someone but not be able to be with them, which is one of the biggest cosmic jokes out there. That song goes very well with the story. You’re right about Randy Travis. Good title.
Hoping that now that you’ve scheduled FF into your calendar you’ll be here more regularly.
Dear Miles,
I’m betting he doesn’t know everything’s precious to her or they wouldn’t be splitting up.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I think he knows the basics, and that’s about it.