(Author’s note: I took last week off, as I’m in the middle of some complex situations and needed time to breathe. Things are still complex, but I’m doing alright. I’ll be better still in mid-September. Otherwise, here’s today’s fictioneers…)
by Miles H. Rost
“Nope. That’s the right price on it. It’s gotta go.”
Ron looked at the farmstead, then at the old round mirror his wife used to look into every morning before going to work.
“I’ll take it.”
Taking the cash from someone he never met, Ron saw all the small pieces of his life going for small prices.
The tiffany lamp that used to be her reading light.
The old architect’s table where he drewcartoons.
At 80, he knew he needed to pare down. He just didn’t think it would be this soon after his Clarinda left Earth.
He had no clue.