This morning

This morning he woke refreshed. This morning he woke at the right time. The right time to tell his wife he loved her as she readied their dog for its walk. This morning he felt the sun’s warmth waking his skin as she drove them to the beach. He heard each crunching footstep as she walked toward that distant tideline and felt no regrets. Regrets which would fill him and empty him. But not this morning. This morning he saw beauty in the glistening stones and shining sand, in the clouds painting the sky, beauty in this illness crippling him.

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This one hundred word flash fiction story of mine has been inspired by my reading and enjoyment of the flash fiction stories posted on The Drabble.

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